Last night as the boys were trying to find something to read other than Archie comics which I am trying to wean them off of after a summer of Betty vs. Veronica. (What could be the appeal of that eternal threesome to 11 and 9 year old boys?) Cam found a Hardy Boys graphic novel and Ben resorted to re-reading an old Sports Illustrated for Kids while my Other Half read to Griff. (Yes, I have dispensed with their pseudonyms finally. Guess I have really crossed over to the dark side of blogging now) So when they were finally all settled I realized that I had nothing to read and since it was TV off time I couldn't sneak into my room and turn it back on.
I looked on the bookshelf and found Madeleine L'Engle's A Wrinkle in Time. Unbelievably I never read this book when I was a science fiction and fantasy fan in my younger years. Recently I remember it being mentioned in some CBC Book List or another as a classic young adult story. So I picked it up and am now completely immersed in the world and parallel universes of the Murry children. I can identify with Meg who is struggling with school even though she is smart (although I was never any good at math after Grade 4) because she doesn't fit in and I love wise beyond his years, Charles Wallace. They have just passed through a tesseract or "wrinkle in time" to search for their physicist father who has been missing for a year. I can't wait to get back into it tonight.