Parallel to my own quiet moments of reading my own grown up books, the Kid and I set out some time around bedtime to push through a variety of increasingly more advanced novels. Last night we started reading:
Brad’s Book Club 2018 (Book: 3 / 20)
A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle
Used to be that story time was dredging out another read-through of one of our many picture books. Then we graduated to simplistic chapter books. Now, we get to tackle our collection of what I might-most-certainly be inclined to call children’s literature.
The trailer for an upcoming film adaptation of A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle flashed on the big screen when we went to the theater the other week and I made a mental note to add it to our daddy-daughter reading list. I read it once, long ago, probably thirty years ago, and I don’t remember it one bit… other than that it was weird, I didn’t quite get it, and that’s it.
“We should read it.” I told her… and she didn’t object, but rather looked at me with that skeptical eye of hers and just asked “…but what is it about?”
I downloaded a fresh copy to her Kindle. I loaded it up. And we started. I guess that means I’ll need to go see the film in a few weeks.