Oh, I loved this one. Even though it's after-school-special topically, it doesn't have that feel. Auggie got to me, as did his mother and sister.
I'd bOh, I loved this one. Even though it's after-school-special topically, it doesn't have that feel. Auggie got to me, as did his mother and sister.
I'd be so proud if my daughter grew to be like Summer. Do kids like that exist? I remember that when I belonged to the popular group in middle school, some of the more powerful leaders of the group offered to let one girl into our group. She said she'd only come if her friend were invited, too. They actually held a trial period and turned down the add-on. I say "they" instead of "we" because I'm still uncomfortable just thinking about it! Middle school is crazy enough without a problem like Auggie's and if Summer would have caved to the proposal to drop him in order for entrance into the world of popularity it would have just been too bleak for me to handle.
I'd also love a son like Jack. I remember being "ghosted" a few times for transgressions against the evil overlords of team popular and it was tough stuff. Once I was ghosted for refusing to participate in a ghosting. Jack dealt with it with style and grace.
I can't say that I'd love to have a son like Auggie, though I'm ashamed to say it. I would hurt so much for him. When Via saw her mom staring at Auggie's door in the middle of the night, I recognized what my fate would be should I have a child like Auggie. Chronic worry. Pain upon pain. Feeling as if I must overcompensate by lavishimg him with praise and affection. Too much. I don't think I'm as strong as Via or Jack or Summer or Auggie's dad. I'd be just like his mother. Wrecked, in love, twisted with inner turmoil. Ugh. So weak!!!...more
I hadn't read this since middle school and didn't remember the plot particulars but they all came back to me. Gravely ill Charles Wallace, something wI hadn't read this since middle school and didn't remember the plot particulars but they all came back to me. Gravely ill Charles Wallace, something wrong with his farandolae (which his brilliant mom, incidentally, is currently isolating and existence-proving.) There are cherubim, teachers, friends and family fighting for his life INSIDE his body! They had to get sub-microscopic for this, but size is relative. No big whoop.
My thoughts while rereading (SPOILERS!!):
Awww...kything! I remember you. I remember pretending I could communicate with others without words. I remember dreaming that my current crush in middle school and I discovered we could kythe with only each other. And that it drew us much closer and made him love me. Sigh.
Calvin O'Keefe, you are perfect as ever.
Meg, you'll get through this awkward phase. In later books your "mousy brown hair" will be upgraded to "chestnut" and you'll be regarded as lovely.
Oh god, when will this book end? It's going in circles! I don't care if any of the non-Murry/O'Keefe characters are X'd! X off, already!
Phew. We are back at the Murry's, stew bubbling on the bunsen burner, Charles Wallace is okay, the twins are in the dark about everything as usual. HOME....more
I was standing at Powell's and I was sad. I was only reading again to escape the sad. But every book I saw was one soaked in pain! What is with adultI was standing at Powell's and I was sad. I was only reading again to escape the sad. But every book I saw was one soaked in pain! What is with adult fiction?! But I didn't want bubblegum. So I thought about the feeling that I wanted to feel while reading and immediately thought of L'Engle. I bought 5 of them. ...more