A Wrinkle in Time
By: Madeleine L’Engle
My Rating: TWO out of FIVE stars
Why do adults get to decide what books are childhood classics? Shouldn’t the kids get to choose?
Like many, I first read A Wrinkle in Time as a kid…I was probably 12-ish. I’m sure some well meaning adult gave it to me and told me I’d love it.
All I remember is that it was weird.
Given the upcoming Disney movie and it’s endless and inescapable promotions, my kids are curious. I figured it was time for a re-read with my grown up brain and experiences.
Guess what I found?
It’s still weird.
With a side of preaching.
BTW…is it just me, or does the idea that IT may have taken over Disney at some point seem plausible?
Anyway, Wrinkle isn’t all bad. I see why there are fans. It was way ahead of it’s time with a young and strong female hero. Meg is smart, good at math and science, self aware, independent, and kind…in a book written just barely this side of the 50’s. That’s pretty cool.
I also enjoyed the strong family ties and love between parents and siblings. I can definitely get behind that.
Plus the first sentence is literally “It was a dark and stormy night.” How’s that for vintage?
What made me raise my brows and roll my eyes was the strange story. Strange things happen, weird explanations are given, random solutions save the day, and in the end all you need is love.
All together now.
I also didn’t enjoy the odd–and very abstract–references to Christianity. Coming from a Christian, that may be surprising. I’m certain it’s all well intentioned, and perhaps to others who are much smarter and less dense than me it all makes perfect sense. But their inclusion in Wrinkle is so random and abstract they lost all meaning, almost like the use of the Lords name here is…in vain?
One thing I know for sure: no kids I know are going to enjoy reading A Wrinkle in Time.