by Madeleine L'Engle
It was a dark and stormy night; Meg Murry, her small brother Charles Wallace, and her mother had come down to the kitchen for a midnight snack when they were upset by the arrival of a most disturbing stranger. "Wild nights are my glory," the unearthly stranger told them. "I just got caught in a downdraft and blown off course. Let me be on my way. Speaking of way, by the way, there is such a thing as a tesseract". A tesseract (in case the reader doesn't know) is a wrinkle in time. To tell more would rob the reader of the enjoyment of Miss L'Engle's unusual book.
My Rating: 1 of 5 "Didn't Like It"
This story largely felt like a bad caricature of imagination. I completely couldn't get into the characters, and I didn't like the world either because there was simply too many worlds with not enough depth. Good and evil were clearly defined without having any real active agents of good and evil.
And singing holy centaurs with wings made of rainbows and poetry? Are you kidding me?
Maybe I'm just flat-out too literal for this story. Which is saying something about the outlandish nature of the story considering I've always been willing to suspend disbelief. But please. Fantastical things were happening without a reason for their happening. It was just a literary acid trip.
Despite that, I did fall in love with one of the quotes. From Aunt Beast to Meg when trying to communicate in English:
"Oh child, your language is so utterly simple and limited that it has the affect of extreme complication."
-Aunt Beast
The second half of the book was much better than the first half of the book. Likely because we finally got a 'bad guy' and direction for the characters
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