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debetesseI know that for a lot of people on my flist, Madeline L'Engle was a big part of their development, so this is sort of a "me, too".
A few of my own, particular memories:
When I was in 4th grade, my teacher read A Wrinkle in Time to the class. I'd already read it, and was reading along (she skipped bits. I think the complicated bits, for the most part, but I may remember incorrectly). Anyway, when Charles Wallace is introduced, there is some description (that I can't find at the moment) of how he talks. The teacher asked if anyone knew what the words meant. Someone said, "Like Abby."
In 8th Grade, we wrote and performed character monologues from some book we'd read. I chose Meg.
I "met" one of my favorite poems (the one that the admin password for all the laptops at my last job is based on, through a mild dS-fannish lens) in Arm of the Starfish: Frost's "Two Tramps in Mud Time". I've memorized that last stanza.
I've read all the Murray-O'Keefe books, though I never got into any of the other series. I think my New England is in some real way born of them, and I know my Universe was, as they pre-date my time with nearly all other visions of the larger Universe (Star Wars, or Trek, Who, of course, Farscape. The only SF-ish thing that I can think of that came earlier was Flight of the Navigator. Make of that what you will). And, between "Through dangers untold"(No, it's not L'Engle, if you can't place it) and "At Tara in this fateful hour", of course I believe in word-magic. It might not even be too far of a stretch to bet that Many Waters was my first subversive take on angels (Probably one time in three, at this point, "Set Me as a Seal" bring the book to mind. It was more often when I first learned it. And let's not even get into Mitochondrial DNA).
Godspeed, Madeline L'Engle. I hope your Universe is as wonderful as the one you brought to me, and that the lives your books touch make this one a little more like it.
A few of my own, particular memories:
When I was in 4th grade, my teacher read A Wrinkle in Time to the class. I'd already read it, and was reading along (she skipped bits. I think the complicated bits, for the most part, but I may remember incorrectly). Anyway, when Charles Wallace is introduced, there is some description (that I can't find at the moment) of how he talks. The teacher asked if anyone knew what the words meant. Someone said, "Like Abby."
In 8th Grade, we wrote and performed character monologues from some book we'd read. I chose Meg.
I "met" one of my favorite poems (the one that the admin password for all the laptops at my last job is based on, through a mild dS-fannish lens) in Arm of the Starfish: Frost's "Two Tramps in Mud Time". I've memorized that last stanza.
I've read all the Murray-O'Keefe books, though I never got into any of the other series. I think my New England is in some real way born of them, and I know my Universe was, as they pre-date my time with nearly all other visions of the larger Universe (Star Wars, or Trek, Who, of course, Farscape. The only SF-ish thing that I can think of that came earlier was Flight of the Navigator. Make of that what you will). And, between "Through dangers untold"(No, it's not L'Engle, if you can't place it) and "At Tara in this fateful hour", of course I believe in word-magic. It might not even be too far of a stretch to bet that Many Waters was my first subversive take on angels (Probably one time in three, at this point, "Set Me as a Seal" bring the book to mind. It was more often when I first learned it. And let's not even get into Mitochondrial DNA).
Godspeed, Madeline L'Engle. I hope your Universe is as wonderful as the one you brought to me, and that the lives your books touch make this one a little more like it.
