September 08, 2007

Madeleine L'Engle

I can't remember how old I was when I first read A Wrinkle in Time but something about that book changed me. It might have been the 5th grade but I can still conjure up the feeling I got when I read it. I can still picture in my head the scenes from the book and it's been 10 years since I read it last.

Madeleine L'Engle, author of "A Wrinkle in Time" and other tales woven with themes of science, religion, and love and read by millions of children and adults, has died in Connecticut. She was 88.

And once again the world loses a very special person.

Posted by De at September 8, 2007 09:29 AM | TrackBack
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I felt the same way when Kurt Cobain and Richard Nixon died in the same month.

Of course, that says more about me than anyone should want to know. Only a dangerous pervert like me can simultaneously love the good and great works of Cobain and Nixon.

For some strange reason I suddenly have an urge to break into the headquarters of the Democratic National Committee and marry Courtney Love.

I should really start drinking before I do something foolish.

Posted by: skippystalin at September 8, 2007 12:01 PM

Madeleine, rest in peace. Her books had such a huge impact on me. I will miss knowing she is here, among the living.

Posted by: sheila at September 8, 2007 05:18 PM

I remember having one of her books in my shelves as a child, "Wind in the Door", sandwiched between my Creepy collection and the encyclopedia. It had a creepy floating heart with sharp things sticking out of it and feathers floating down like streams of blood. I probably should have read it, in retrospect; I believe she was trying to tell me something.

Posted by: Rube at September 13, 2007 12:40 PM