This article of mine first appeared on Literary Kicks on September 13, 2007:
I was approximately ten years old the first time I read Madeleine L’Engle, the award-winning author of over sixty books, including A Wrinkle In Time, A Swiftly Tilting Planet, and A Wind In the Door, who died on September 6, 2007 in Goshen, Connecticut.
I’ll never forget those simple drawings of an insect crawling on the fabric of Mrs. Who’s white robe. It looked like an ant walking a string tightrope. In those days, my friends and I learned as much science from comic books as from textbooks. An arch-villain called “Mr. 103” could morph into any element on the periodic table (now we would call him “Mr. 117”). Superman’s x-ray vision couldn’t penetrate lead, same as real x-rays. If The Flash vibrated fast enough, he could slide his molecules around the particles of a solid wall and pass through to the other side without damaging the wall.
But, A Wrinkle In Time was not a comic book. This was a gripping science fiction novel written for kids like me. It drew me in with a classic “dark and stormy night” beginning and launched me, not only to another planet, but also to a new plane of reading.