Honestly, I liked this a whole lot better until about 50 pages in, before Meg and company went tesseracting with the guardian angels. It was so nearly four stars from me. There were some wonderful images, and I really did like Meg (even if little Charles Wallace was a smug little pain and deserved to be punted). But it didn't quite live up to my early interest, and I've got a grudge against "the power of love!" stories at the best of times.

I think if I'd read this as a kid I'd probably love it as I love (at least some of) Narnia, but as a first time adult reader it's not quite hitting the spot for me.