I sat in the car while my son was at his piano lesson, finishing When You Reach Me. It was beautiful. I have to confess, I can over-hype books (how can’t you when you’ve connected with something amazing?), so I’m going to hold back and leave it there.
There is another obvious comparison. Those who’ve read it I’m sure saw it, too. I don’t want to come out and say which book some of the circumstances mirror because the title alone will give a big chunk of When You Reach Me’s plot away. Let’s just say it was recently made into a movie. TTW. That’s as much as you’ll get.
Okay, one more thing. I can’t just leave it there. Those of you who read know that Miranda, the main character, carries around a copy of A Wrinkle in Time. Was I the only kid in America not to enjoy this book?