Madeleine L’Engle Love

This just about sums up the Madeleine L’Engle universe in which I spent lots of time around age 13:

If I had my way, none of us would have to read this review at all. Instead, we’d join hands, hear a great dark thunderclap, and be whisked off to a rambling house in the country, where we’d view odd things bubbling in a lab with a stone floor, then eat limburger-and-cream-cheese sandwiches while swinging our legs at the kitchen table. We’d sidestep for a moment onto a planet inhabited by gentle gray creatures with dents for eyes, then be inserted into some mitochondria. We battle for the soul of Madoc /Maddox, and eat small crayfish with our lesbian kind-of aunt who insisted on calling us our full name (Polyhymnia). We’d hop on a freighter and solve a mystery, then go to boarding school in Switzerland. We would make a brief detour on the Upper West Side by way of Portugal, and be concerned with cell regeneration in starfish. We’d be smacked on the ass by a dolphin. Most important, whatever happened, we’d know we could get through it—because we are creatures that can love.

via Jezebel’s Fine Lines column this week about A Wrinkle in Time

Posted in Books ♥ 06.12.2008 at 11:34 am ♥  1 Comment

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