"So, what do you think of A Wrinkle in Time so far?" I asked my daughter last week. 
 "Well, I liked it at first but then weird things started happening and now I can't figure it out," she replied. 
 That's pretty much how I feel about it, too. At first I absolutely loved Charles Wallace and the Mrs. W's. Meg was a little whiney (or maybe it's just the voice Madeleine L'Engle gave her; we listened to the audiobook) and the romance was a little odd, but I was looking forward to the story. But then there was this whole thing with intergalactic travel and hive mind and out-of-the-blue references to God and I just kind of got lost. 
 The climax took place on a planet that reminds me of Ayn Rand's Anthem. In A Wrinkle in Time, it turns out that the secret to conquering the faceless force compelling people to conform was love and self-sufficiency, which was pretty much what conquered in Anthem, too, if I recall correctly. But L'Engle's utopia is a fair bit different from Rand's, and rather more to my liking.