By Madeleine L'Engle
Rediscover essentially the most loved children's books of all time: A Wrinkle in Time by way of Madeleine L'Engle:
Meg Murray, her little brother Charles Wallace, and their mom are having a middle of the night snack on a gloomy and stormy evening whilst an unearthly stranger seems to be at their door. He claims to were blown off beam, and is going directly to inform them that there's the sort of factor as a "tesseract," which, in case you didn't comprehend, is a wrinkle in time.
Meg's father have been experimenting with time-travel while he abruptly disappeared. Will Meg, Charles Wallace, and their good friend Calvin outwit the forces of evil as they seek via area for his or her father?
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