3rdragon

It's odd how the things one remembers about an experience change so very much depending on where one is. I last read this book in junior high, and liked it, but felt that I was too young to really get it, and now, reading it again in college, I think that I was right. And I know that the things I remember about this book from reading it now will not be the things that I remembered when I was in seventh grade.

It's a book about growing up, but not, I think, the elements of growing up that most books about growing up focus on. It's about friendship, and trust, and pain - and forgiveness and healing. I'm very glad that I came back to it.

On a completely unrelated note, I find it interesting that both of the L'Engle books I picked out of the library two and a half weeks ago are about foreign travel and friendship, both topics that are apropos to my current state of mind. This was not an intentional decision on my part; in fact I hardly remembered either of them well enough to have picked them intentionally. I merely felt like picking up some L'Engle, and my thought process went, Hmm, what've we got? I haven't read these two in a while.