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A Wrinkle In Time Book Review

A Wrinkle In Time Book Review - Reviewed by Kidzworld on Dec 27, 2006
( Rating: 5 Star Rating)

Check out Kidzworlds summary and book review of the Madeleine LEngles A Wrinkle In Time.

Author: Madeleine L'Engle

Three kids outwit the forces of evil and travel through time in Madeleine L'Engle's A Wrinkle In Time.

Unexpected Visitor

Nothing ever seems to go right in Margaret Murray's life. She's having trouble in school, she's always getting into fights and she's a big clutz. To make matters worse, there's been no word from her father, and rumor is that he's left for good. Late one night an unexpected visitor drops by leaving behind a mysterious clue - there is such a thing as a tesseract! Suddenly Meg, her little brother, Charles Wallace and a boy from school, Calvin, are swept into a deadly adventure to rescue Meg's father.

The Fifth Dimension

Mrs. Whatsit, Mrs. Who, and Mrs. Which would give any old lady a run for their money. New planets, strange creatures and a lesson on the dimensions of time and space have your eyes glued to the page. The loveable Meg is left to stumble along beside her little brother, Charles Wallace and Calvin, who both possess some pretty cool special abilities. All Meg has to do is stand up to the overpowering forces of IT, the dark and sinister power holding Camazotz helpless.


Science and Physics

The idea of tesseracting, in a Wrinkle In Time, is a cool concept but it can be hard for some peeps to wrap their heads around it. Once you've figured out what a tesseract is though, A Wrinkle in Time is smooth sailing.


The Bottom Line

Is this book worth checking out? Whether you love science fiction and fantasy or not, a Wrinkle In Time is a great book. Some of the fifth dimension stuff can be a bit mind-boggling at first, but once you get it, it's an awesome story.


A Wrinkle in Time Rating: 5


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