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The death of Madeleine L'Engle
*sadface*
The Time Quartet has always been one of my favorite series, and the characters and concepts were incredibly inspiring. I don't think I have ever lived through a series of children's books the way I did them. The way I was able to just walk right in, be there when Meg rescued Charles Wallace from IT on Camazotz; when Meg and Calvin and Proginoskes fought the Echthroi to save Charles Wallace again (I learned a lot about mitochondria after being inspired by A Wind In The Door, you know); how Meg and Charles Wallace met Gaudior, adopted Ananda, and journeyed through time (and I really do wish someone had actually written Matthew Maddox's book "The Horn Of Joy"); and how Sandy and Dennys encountered seraphim and nephilim thousands of years in the past, in a fantastic retelling of Noah and the Ark.
The books were powerful enough and magical enough to completely transport me so well that even now my mind still burns bright with images and imagination. And it's funny: for all the craziness and mania over the Harry Potter books, for all that I enjoyed JK Rowling's series, in my mind and heart I felt that the Harry Potter books couldn't even begin to hold a candle to the Time Quartet.
I can't really describe the details of the effects those books on me, because there are no words.
We have run out of words; we have lost one of the most brilliant authors I have ever had the pleasure of reading.
We'll miss you, Madeleine.
Long live the Murrys and their friends.
*sadface*
The Time Quartet has always been one of my favorite series, and the characters and concepts were incredibly inspiring. I don't think I have ever lived through a series of children's books the way I did them. The way I was able to just walk right in, be there when Meg rescued Charles Wallace from IT on Camazotz; when Meg and Calvin and Proginoskes fought the Echthroi to save Charles Wallace again (I learned a lot about mitochondria after being inspired by A Wind In The Door, you know); how Meg and Charles Wallace met Gaudior, adopted Ananda, and journeyed through time (and I really do wish someone had actually written Matthew Maddox's book "The Horn Of Joy"); and how Sandy and Dennys encountered seraphim and nephilim thousands of years in the past, in a fantastic retelling of Noah and the Ark.
The books were powerful enough and magical enough to completely transport me so well that even now my mind still burns bright with images and imagination. And it's funny: for all the craziness and mania over the Harry Potter books, for all that I enjoyed JK Rowling's series, in my mind and heart I felt that the Harry Potter books couldn't even begin to hold a candle to the Time Quartet.
I can't really describe the details of the effects those books on me, because there are no words.
We have run out of words; we have lost one of the most brilliant authors I have ever had the pleasure of reading.
We'll miss you, Madeleine.
Long live the Murrys and their friends.