I think I'm in the minority when I say that A Wrinkle in Time was not a childhood read of mine. I think I had more interest in blithely staring at the various covers that came out over the years, each one otherworldly and alluring, but not enough to ensnare young me. And I'm debating on whether that was a good or bad thing.

In some ways, there are parts of this books that reminded me of Cooper's The Dark is Rising series, whose first book utterly confused me and was a challenge to get through. There were so many concepts I couldn't understand, sentences that didn't make sense. I feel like if the younger me read A Wrinkle in Time I would have had the same experience, even though L'Engle does an excellent job of defining space and time in a way children could, in theory, easily grasp. Now, as an adult, I'm able to enjoy this book on its own merits and what it has done for the children's fantasy genre, but without that sense of nostalgia almost everyone else seems to have. It's a very odd feeling, but one I'm used to since I missed out on a lot of classics as a kid.

Still, I feel like young me could have learned a lot from Meg, being a similar stubborn sort full of anger and constantly getting into trouble, and could have felt some comfort from the Mrs. W's. But these are connections my current self still made, so it's not a total loss.

I definitely want to read more into the series to see what's next for these characters, and what vast worlds await them.