You may have heard that Madeleine L’Engle died the other day at the ripe old age of 88. She’s the author of “A Wrinkle in Time,” which was without a doubt one of my favorite books as a child. One of my mom’s friends loaned it to us after her children read it and loved it -- she thought I might like it as well. I buried my nose in it and couldn’t stop reading. I took it along on a terrific beach vacation to Longboat Key, Fla., and the setting only added to the magic of the book.
It was a fantastic tale all about time-travel and psychic energy and, most fundamentally, love. I can still picture our beach cabin, with me lying on the worn couch reading, in a place I loved with people I loved. I was about 12. I was sorry when the book ended, but so happy with the places it took me.
So thanks, Madeleine, for that Wrinkle in Time!
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My mother always had old books around when I was a preteen and teenager. She frequented the local thrift shop and often bought them. I learned at an early age to enjoy what she brought home, even though they would be considered age inappropriate for a young boy. They were a great escape from the turmoil in our house.
aah..little master reed
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