When we decided to read A Wrinkle in Time for our #CannonBookClub, I was ecstatic! Perfect motivation to re-read it before the Ava Du’Vernay’s film release. Before its release, there seemed to be some negative buzz that disheartened me. I felt like I was defending the movie and the book to an extent before it hit the theaters! In the end, I managed to complete my re-read the morning before seeing the film. The refresh with the original text rekindled my childlike curiosity and sense of […]
We continue our adventures with Meg, Charles Wallace, and Calvin!
This is book two of the Time Quintet, and it happens a little while after A Wrinkle in Time. I’m a bit of a completionist (word?), so I want to read the whole Time Quintet. This book was only about 210 pages long, and it was a pretty quick read. I think I read it in three short sittings. It has all my favorite characters – Calvin, Charles Wallace, and Meg. I actually like Meg more in this book than I did in A Wrinkle […]
“We do not know what things look like. We know what things are like. It must be a very limiting thing, this seeing.”
I still love this. The last time I read A Wrinkle in Time was ten years ago. I hadn’t read the book in years before that, and barely remembered it, except for a few images that had burned into my subconscious (the man with the red eyes, for example; the Murry’s vegetable garden and their laboratory; Charles Wallace; and I remembered that I thought it was terrifying). It’s basically impossible for me to read or review it now without my childhood impressions coloring it. Because […]
We Were the One Thing in the Universe God Didn’t Have His Eyes On
I had no idea until about 2 minutes ago that “it was a dark and stormy night” is considered a cliched, unoriginal way of starting a story. I associate it so closely with A Wrinkle in Time–one of the most magical books from my childhood–that to me it’s the perfect way to start a book, and it’s too bad there aren’t more that start this way. I can’t read A Wrinkle in Time without thinking back to my own childhood. I don’t remember for sure, […]