The first book that made me realize how much reading meant a lot to me would have to be A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle.

I don’t remember how old I was when I first read it. What I do remember is how I felt when I did read it. I felt transported away into a different world. I could picture myself as Meg in the story, and I Ioved that. The book had me dreaming about the possibilities of time and space. What could the world be? What haven’t we discovered yet? Does a tesseract exist?

That’s about the time I switched from children’s fiction to young adult fantasy fiction. It’s been a long time since I’ve done read, though. I should grab it off the shelf and reread it.