I've regained my reading stride this week with a few more books under my belt. The twelfth of my fifty two was A Wind in the Door by Madeleine L'Engle. As interesting and creative as it's predecessor, this science fiction series barrels ahead in the lives and adventures of Charles, Calvin and Meg. The first of the series, A Wrinkle in Time, took us into outer space, this, the second, takes us into the human body. Think inner space... but with kids... and no miniaturised ship... and way trippier.
In fact 'trippy' is exactly the adjective I would use to describe this book. It may not have been helped by my mental (on the brink of sleep) state when reading it, but the story definitely dove into the deep end of the surreal pool. I liked it - though, honestly, not as much as the first. I would read the rest of the series though. The imagination alone is worth the effort. I'm yet to really connect with the main female character (which is part of my challenge) but I like her well enough to find out how she will grow. So with that book done and another read in a day (my thoughts on that tomorrow), I find myself at a loss as to what to read next. Books, books everywhere but not a word to read... hmm that doesn't really work does it!