Disney is finally making a legitimate attempt to bring Madeleine L’Engle’s A Wrinkle in Time to the big screen. And it’s appropriate that I just learned the book to be much older than I thought (1962) as the part of me that would have been truly excited for this news hasn’t existed since 1990.
Heyo! It’s got Oprah! And Zach Snuffleupagus! And Reece Witherspoon! And special effects! But I have no idea what’s happening; see, I repressed these memories after I turned 10 and haven’t revisited the books since, because, well Harry Potter is much better.