Where Did My Magic Go? – Wrinkle in Time

Stories we read in our childhood leave an indelible impression on our psyche.  We remember them with fondness and love.  They are the emotional security in the phrase “curling up with a good book.”  But do they last?  I don’t mean on the shelf, or even in our minds.  As an adult, when we pick up that beloved childhood book and read it again, do we still love it?

I like to think I’m a child at heart.  I’m raising them and sometimes feel like I understand  my 10-year-old better than my adult friends.  But something definitely changes on the inside as we leave behind toys and stuffed animals and childhood stories.  A bit of magic in the soul is lost, and I feel this the strongest when reading to my kids.  Books I loved as a kid like The BFG or Tales of the Fourth Grade Nothing, don’t recapture my imagination and passion.  I find myself asking, “What did I love about this book?  Was it never that good?  Or have I lost some magic from my soul?”

A-Wrinkly-in-Time-by-Madeleine-LEngleMy kids are in a heated battle to see who finishes A Wrinkle in Time first.  Each was given their own copy by a BFF.  My daughter picked hers up immediately, curious by the sketches on the cover and bright gold Newbery Medal, and started reading.  My son didn’t show much interest until his little sister beat him to it.  Now the competition is on, and I find myself reminding them reading isn’t a race, just enjoy the book.

But I’m not.  Not really.  Granted, I never read A Wrinkle in Time as a kid.  It was too hard for me.  I’m raising avarice readers, but I wasn’t one.  I was dyslexic, and books were like a puzzle with shifting words and paragraphs, sometimes pages, I had to reread multiple times to follow.  I tried to read A Wrinkle in Time when I was younger.  My sisters loved it.  I remember the picture of the ant and the string.  That stuck with me all these years, but I couldn’t remember if it was A Wrinkle in Time or The Phantom Tollbooth, another book I was told to read and never did.

I decided I needed to read  A Wrinkle in Time.  The movie’s coming out and, hey, we’re Novel2Screen.  Also, Newbery winner.  People across the world love this book.

The first sentence is “It was a dark and stormy night.”  I almost put it down then.  Actually, I did – to find my husband and yell, “Do you know how this book starts?!”  You see, as a writer, you hear over and over again not to use cliches in your writing.  “It was a dark and stormy night” is like the cliche to end all cliches.  OK, fine.  Maybe L’Engle was the first writer to ever use the phrase.  It was written in 1962, so it’s possible when professors and authors and agents around the world say “Don’t ever open your book up with the weather or say it was a dark and stormy night” they’re letting you know it has literally been used in the past.

But as I’ve delved deeper into the book on my own and reading with my daughter, I’m just not wowed.  The characters seem flat, conversations jump from one thought to another with no progression, and things seem to happen willy-nilly. One moment Meg, Calvin, and Charles Wallace are in the woods between houses and then suddenly they are on another planet.  I feel like the story is progressing with no preparation.

After I read a chapter to my daughter, I handed her the book back so she can climb into bed and read more pages illuminated by her flashlight.  She stroked the cover fondly, a distant smile curving her lips.  “I love this book,” she said.

I wanted to say “Me too,” but I didn’t.  I’m not in love with it.  “Why?” I asked, wanting to know what’s whirling around in her mind.  “What do you love about it?”

“It’s an adventure!”  The way she said it was full of heart, hope, and innocence – like gazing up at the moon and promising yourself you’ll go there one day.

My heart soared for her while dipping for me.  Why can’t I feel the adventure?  Why am I not allowing myself to be swept away on this fantastical journey with her?  Instead of cutting myself a break and rationalizing that the book was written for children, not adults, or  accepting that it was written in the ’60s and writing styles change over time, I assume it’s because growing up has destroyed a part of my soul and an element of childhood magic has been stripped from me.

Pretty melodramatic.  And also true.  For all the reason above, it’s true.  A Wrinkle in Time was written for kids.  Although there are some books like the Ramona Quimby series by Beverly Cleary or Diary of a Wimpy Kid  series by Jeff Kinney that still capture my imagination and transport me back in time, some books won’t.  I fear the further we are from the book in time, the harder it is to sense its presence.  Pick up a novel from the seventeen or eighteen hundreds and you’ll understand.  Writing styles morph through time and have their own way of distancing us from the story.

And despite whatever I feel in my heart, I’m no longer a child.  I’ve experienced the ultimate joy of being a mom as well as the nadir of death.  On the other end of it all, maybe I’m a little more jaded, a less magical.

anne of green gablesSitting around chatting about our favorite childhood books, a friend told me not to read Anne of Green Gables again.  She said it didn’t live up to what she remembered and I’ll be disappointed.  This crushed me as Anne of Green Gables became a quest for me.  As a kid I rented the book from the library.  Large, hardcover with the most beautiful illustrations I had ever seen.  I have been on a quest to find that version of the book for decades now.  It’s out of print.  I’ve dug through used bookstores, garage sales, Amazon in the hopes of stumbling upon it.

I found it again.  In a library.  I look forward with trepedation to reading it with my daughter.  And I hope the magic isn’t gone, that my friend is wrong, that L.M. Montgomery will restore a little magic to my soul.

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5 thoughts on “Where Did My Magic Go? – Wrinkle in Time

  1. I understand..mostly. I was a reader so Wrinkle in Time was a magical book as I was gorwing up. I truly was transported and something about it stuck with me. Its a book I have always rememebered. There is a scene described where every house on the street is the same, every kid comes out and bounces a ball exactly the same, etc. That kind of thing really has stuck with me. I’ve read it again as an adult and I just see things differently with all my life experiences behind me. So I get anxious for the kids making decisions to do things that their parents have said don’t do and then being flung into strange worlds. But the story still feels magical to me.

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  2. I read this book a couple of times when I was younger, and the first time I really didn’t get into it, and then the second time I really enjoyed it. I will be curious to see the movie when it comes out. Thank you for sharing this!

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  3. I know I read “A Wrinkle in Time” because I was a big fan of science fiction from the age of 12. The problem was, I was already about 15 when “A Wrinkle in Time” came out, and it was an okay book. Frankly, I don’t remember anything about the story at all because I think I was already a little too mature for it by the time I stumbled across it in the school library. I was already being transported by Zenna Henderson and Andre Norton stories, along with Bradbury and Asimov, among others, so it didn’t have the same impact upon me. There are some books I’ve read over and over, but that one, I only read that one time.

    However, I think some books do manage to transcend memory when reread as an adult. As many times as I’ve read “Little Women” by Louisa May Alcott, I enjoy it every time. There’s a reason some books are classics: they transcend time. Madeleine L’Engle’s work is a fine book, but I don’t know if it’s in the same league as “The Hobbit” or “Alice in Wonderland.” I look forward to seeing the movie to see if now, in my 8th decade of life, I find more in the story to entice me into taking it up again. Maybe now, in my “second childhood,” I’ll enjoy reading it more.

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    1. I’d love to know what you thought of the film. I haven’t seen it yet, but my little girl LOVED it. I think much like The BFG, it was a film made for kids. And it captured all the magic for my girl. So in the end, it must’ve been a pretty good film despite critics’ response if it did what it was supposed to do – provide magic and wonder to a child.

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