Madeleine L’Engle’s A Wrinkle in Time was my favorite book when I was a kid. I read it out loud to my kids last year and they loved it. It’s the perfect first step in nerd culture indoctrination. We are parents, ya’ll–We have a job to do. I don’t take teaching my kids about tesseracts and time travel lightly.
So I’m pretty interested in this new graphic novel version of A Wrinkle in Time. It’s a two-for, guys. Graphic novel + A Wrinkle in Time! Use your oak wand with Phoenix-feather core as a bookmark and call it a trifecta. What? Your wand core is dragon heartstring? Hmmm.
Anyway, this is good news for hard core sci fi lovers as well as normal people because reluctant readers love graphic novels. It’s a great way to get your less-enthusiastic reader into a classic. I can’t wait to read it!
Click through to reminisce about A Wrinkle in Time and to see more of my favorite graphic novels.
A Wrinkle in Time blew my mind. My teacher read it to our class in 3rd grade. I can still remember sitting on the rug while she took a piece of that newsprint paper with the wide lines and explained that it would take a long time for an ant to walk along the edge of it. But–she folded the paper–when you wrinkle you can travel impossible distances instantly. She showed us how the ant could just step across the wrinkled paper. Ladies and gentlemen, I went on to receive a Masters degree from an accredited university but my knowledge of the space-time continuum begins and ends with A Wrinkle in Time.
And what about Meg? She was a smart hipster nerd girl before being a smart hipster nerd girl (big glasses optional, but recommended) was sexualized, commercialized, and Zooey Deschanelized. Meg was a pioneer. PLUS! She gets the guy. Calvin. Swoon.
Remember dear little Charles Wallace. He goes up against IT, which is a giant brain don’t you know, and he wins. But Charles Wallace almost succumbs to IT’s brainwashing math fact chants. As a 3rd grader I could sense that math facts were inherently evil. How does Charles Wallace fight IT? With recitations of nursery rhymes to counter the brain-washing cadence of math facts. And with the triumph of the literary arts over mathematics, I was hooked.
I’m not saying this book doesn’t get super freaky. Aunt Beast? What was that all about? Ah, well. Who cares. I’m dying to see how the characters and action are imagined in the graphic novel format. I’m petty sure the neighborhood kids on Camazotz bouncing red rubber balls in robotic synchronicity will be an awesome image. Do you remember that part? I know you do. Tell me what else you remember about it.
Here are a few more of my favorite graphic novels–but these aren’t for little kids:
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