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“We are going to your father," Mrs. Which said. "But where is he?" Meg went over to Mrs. Which and stamped as though she were as young as Charles Wallace. Mrs. Whatsit answered in a voice that was low but quite firm. "On a planet that has given in. So you must prepare to be very strong.”

Quote by Madeleine L'Engle

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A Wrinkle in Time

In this classic science fiction novel, Meg Murry, a young girl with a strong-willed personality, embarks on a journey to find her missing father, a renowned physicist. Accompanied by her younger brother Charles Wallace and Calvin O'Keefe, a mysterious boy, they encounter various beings and traverse different dimensions. The story delves into complex scientific concepts and metaphysical questions, while also emphasizing the importance of love, bravery, and the power of imagination. more

Author

Madeleine L'Engle
Madeleine L'Engle

American writer, born on November 29, 1918, and died on September 6, 2007. Madeleine L'Engle is renowned for her science fiction and fantasy novels, with her most famous work being 'A Wrinkle in Time'. more

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