A Wrinkle In Time
I found my favorite book 25 years ago.
Twenty-five years ago this November, in fact.
I may be in my mid-30s, but my favorite book is supposedly for children. A Newbery Award winner. It features characters with names like Mrs. Who, Mrs. Whatsit, and Mrs. Which. Characters like the alien Aunt Beast, and the Happy Medium (an actual medium), and an evil disembodied brain called It.
I love A Wrinkle in Time.
Madeleine L'Engle narrated that edition herself. My husband loved it, too.
Her books have a place of honor in my bookcase.
I have the 2007 paperback editions of the Time quintet.
I have a battered, post-Newbery copy from the 1960s, with the original art by Ellen Raskin.
And I bought myself the 50th Anniversary hardcover edition this year.
That copy was in the school library, the school I attended for one year only: fifth grade. There was a wonderful librarian named Mrs. Loper, and she took a special interest in me. "Try this one," she said. I did.
I just enrolled Big Sis in first grade. Her school is now a performing arts magnet school, but once upon a time, it was simply a regular school, the one her mom attended in fifth grade.
Enrollment took place in the library. A familiar spine on the shelf caught my eye.
"Look, kids. This could be the very copy your mom checked out in fifth grade!"
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Inside the front cover, an old-fashioned envelope and library card remained. I took it out and turned it over.