Additionally, I was pleased to find that the book had many delicious nuggets of wisdom, and one which I particularly enjoyed:
"'You mean you're comparing our lives to a sonnet? A strict form, but freedom within it?'
'Yes,' Mrs. Whatsit said. 'You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you.'"
This passage particularly resonated within me. It's true that things happen to us all the time, good and bad, but it's what we make of the hand we are dealt that makes us who we are. What good is a window that's never stood up to a hurricane or allowed golden rays of sunlight to pour through?
I was glad for the reminder.