I hadn’t read A Wrinkle In Time before. One of my sisters used to have a Scholastic version she bought at school, but the cover was kind of scary and the blurb on the back didn’t grab me, so I avoided reading it when I was younger. After seeing all of the publicity for the new movie version I decided to give it a read.
I know that this book means a lot to so many people, but I have to confess that it just didn’t connect with me. Maybe I would have if I had read it when I was back in middle school. Or maybe I’m comparing the writing and characterization to the current kidlit I’ve been reading.
I gave A Wrinkle In Time three stars on Goodreads. While I respect the esteem the book has earned with a multitude of other readers, it didn’t spark that same kind of enjoyment, emotion, and entertainment for me.