Since I won't be around until late tomorrow, I thought I'd post something quick just to get the ball rolling...

I first read A Wrinkle in Time years and years ago and have always remembered it as being one of my favorite books from childhood. Travel through space and time, mythical beasts, and a battle between good and evil all combined in an almost magical journey through the pages. Does anyone else look upon this book with a similar fondness from youth? Was your experience different this time around?

It had to be nearly 25 years since I first read A Wrinkle in Time, so I was very excited to pick it up again. However, I didn't quite feel the same as the first time around. I didn't remember a lot of the story, and I found it to be a quick and enjoyable read. But something was missing. At first, I thought I might have romanticized this book thanks to the fuzziness of passing years. Now, though, I'm beginning to suspect that the thing I'm missing is youth. Perhaps I've become too jaded to wonder. Anyone else feel the same way?