A Swiftly Tilting Planet (Time Quintet Series #3)

A Swiftly Tilting Planet (Time Quintet Series #3)

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Overview

In this companion volume to A Wrinkle In  Time (Newbery Award winner) and  A Wind In The Door fifteen-year-old  Charles Wallace and the unicorn Gaudior undertake a  perilous journey through time in a desperate  attempt to stop the destruction of the world by the  mad dictator Madog Branzillo. They are not alone in  their quest. Charles Wallace's sister, Meg—grown  and expecting her first child, but still able to  enter her brother's thoughts and emotions by  "kything"—goes with him in  spirit.



But in overcoming the challenges, Charles  Wallace must face the ultimate test of his faith and  will, as he is sent within four people from  another time, there to search for a way to avert the  tragedy threatening them all.



"L'Engle's  gifts are at their most impressive here." —  Publisher's Weekly

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780307916655
Publisher: Penguin Random House Audio Publishing Group
Publication date: 01/10/2012
Series: Time Quintet Series , #3
Sales rank: 868,346
Product dimensions: 5.10(w) x 5.90(h) x 1.20(d)
Age Range: 11 - 15 Years

About the Author

Madeleine L'Engle is the author of more than forty-five books for all ages, among them the beloved A Wrinkle in Time awarded the Newbery Medal; A Ring of Endless Light, a Newbery Honor Book; A Swiftly Tilting Planet, winner of the American Book Award; and the Austin family series of which Troubling a Star is the fifth book. L'Engle was named the 1998 recipient of the Margaret A. Edwards award, honoring her lifetime contribution in writing for teens.

Date of Birth:

January 12, 1918

Date of Death:

September 6, 2007

Place of Birth:

New York, NY

Place of Death:

Litchfield, CT

Education:

Smith College, 1941

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A Swiftly Tilting Planet


By Madeleine L'engle

Macmillan

Copyright © 1978 Crosswicks, Ltd.
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4299-9434-7



CHAPTER 1

In this fateful hour


The big kitchen of the Murrys' house was bright and warm, curtains drawn against the dark outside, against the rain driving past the house from the northeast. Meg Murry O'Keefe had made an arrangement of chrysanthemums for the dining table, and the yellow, bronze, and pale-gold blossoms seemed to add light to the room. A delectable smell of roasting turkey came from the oven, and her mother stood by the stove, stirring the giblet gravy.

It was good to be home for Thanksgiving, she thought, to be with the reunited family, catching up on what each one had been doing. The twins, Sandy and Dennys, home from law and medical schools, were eager to hear about Calvin, her husband, and the conference he was attending in London, where he was — perhaps at this very minute — giving a paper on the immunological system of chordates.

"It's a tremendous honor for him, isn't it, Sis?" Sandy asked.

"Enormous."

"And how about you, Mrs. O'Keefe?" Dennys smiled at her. "Still seems strange to call you Mrs. O'Keefe."

"Strange to me, too." Meg looked over at the rocker by the fireplace, where her mother-in-law was sitting, staring into the flames; she was the one who was Mrs. O'Keefe to Meg. "I'm fine," she replied to Sandy. "Absolutely fine."

Dennys, already very much the doctor, had taken his stethoscope, of which he was enormously proud, and put it against Meg's burgeoning belly, beaming with pleasure as he heard the strong heartbeat of the baby within. "You are fine, indeed."

She returned the smile, then looked across the room to her youngest brother, Charles Wallace, and to their father, who were deep in concentration, bent over the model they were building of a tesseract: the square squared, and squared again: a construction of the dimension of time. It was a beautiful and complicated creation of steel wires and ball bearings and Lucite, parts of it revolving, parts swinging like pendulums.

Charles Wallace was small for his fifteen years; a stranger might have guessed him to be no more than twelve; but the expression in his light blue eyes as he watched his father alter one small rod on the model wasmature and highly intelligent. He had been silent all day, she thought. He seldom talked much, but his silence on this Thanksgiving day, as the approaching storm moaned around the house and clapped the shingles on the roof, was different from his usual lack of chatter.

Meg's mother-in-law was also silent, but that was not surprising. What was surprising was that she had agreed to come to them for Thanksgiving dinner. Mrs. O'Keefe must have been no more than a few years older than Mrs. Murry, but she looked like an old woman. She had lost most of her teeth, and her hair was yellowish and unkempt, and looked as if it had been cut with a blunt knife. Her habitual expression was one of resentment. Life had not been kind to her, and she was angry with the world, especially with the Murrys. They had not expected her to accept the invitation, particularly with Calvin in London. None of Calvin's family responded to the Murrys' friendly overtures. Calvin was, as he had explained to Meg at their first meeting, a biological sport, totally different from the rest of his family, and when he received his M.D./Ph.D. they took that as a sign that he had joined the ranks of the enemy. And Mrs. O'Keefe shared the attitude of many of the villagers that Mrs. Murry's two earned Ph.D.s, and her experiments in the stone lab which adjoined the kitchen, did not constitute proper work. Because she had achieved considerable recognition, her puttering was tolerated, but it was not work, in the sense that keeping a clean house was work, or having a nine-to-five job in a factory or office was work.

— How could that woman have produced my husband? Meg wondered for the hundredth time, and imaged Calvin's alert expression and open smile. — Mother says there's more to her than meets the eye, but I haven't seen it yet. All I know is that she doesn't like me, or any of the family. I don't know why she came for dinner. I wish she hadn't.

The twins had automatically taken over their old job of setting the table. Sandy paused, a handful of forks in his hand, to grin at their mother. "Thanksgiving dinner is practically the only meal Mother cooks in the kitchen —"

"— instead of out in the lab on her Bunsen burner," Dennys concluded.

Sandy patted her shoulder affectionately. "Not that we're criticizing, Mother."

"After all, those Bunsen-burner stews did lead directly to the Nobel Prize. We're really very proud of you, Mother, although you and Father give us a heck of a lot to live up to."

"Keeps our standards high." Sandy took a pile of plates from the kitchen dresser, counted them, and set them in front of the big platter which would hold the turkey.

— Home, Meg thought comfortably, and regarded her parents and brothers with affectionate gratitude. They had put up with her all through her prickly adolescence, and she still did not feel very grown up. It seemed only a few months ago that she had had braces on her teeth, crooked spectacles that constantly slipped down her nose, unruly mouse-brown hair, and a wistful certainty that she would never grow up to be a beautiful and self-confident woman like her mother. Her inner vision of herself was still more the adolescent Meg than the attractive young woman she had become. The braces were gone, the spectacles replaced by contact lenses, and though her chestnut hair might not quite rival her mother's rich auburn, it was thick and lustrous and became her perfectly, pulled softly back from her face into a knot at the nape of her slender neck. When she looked at herself objectively in the mirror she knew that she was lovely, but she was not yet accustomed to the fact. It was hard to believe that her mother had once gone through the same transition.

She wondered if Charles Wallace would change physically as much as she had. All his outward development had been slow. Their parents thought he might make a sudden spurt in growth.

She missed Charles Wallace more than she missed the twins or her parents. The eldest and the youngest in the family, their rapport had always been deep, and Charles Wallace had an intuitive sense of Meg's needs which could not be accounted for logically; if something in Meg's world was wrong, he knew, and was there to be with her, to help her if only by assuring her of his love and trust. She felt a deep sense of comfort in being with him for this Thanksgiving weekend, in being home. Her parents' house was still home, because she and Calvin spent many weekends there, and their apartment near Calvin's hospital was a small, furnished one, with a large sign saying NO PETS, and an aura that indicated that children would not be welcomed, either. They hoped to be able to look for a place of their own soon. Meanwhile, she was home for Thanksgiving, and it was good to see the gathered family and to be surrounded by their love, which helped ease her loneliness at being separated from Calvin for the first time since their marriage.

"I miss Fortinbras," she said suddenly.

Her mother turned from the stove. "Yes. The house feels empty without a dog. But Fort died of honorable old age."

"Aren't you going to get another dog?"

"Eventually. The right one hasn't turned up yet."

"Couldn't you go look for a dog?"

Mr. Murry looked up from the tesseract. "Our dogs usually come to us. If one doesn't, in good time, then we'll do something about it."

"Meg," her mother suggested, "how about making the hard sauce for the plum pudding?"

"Oh — of course." She opened the refrigerator and got out half a pound of butter.

The phone rang.

"I'll get it." Dropping the butter into a small mixing bowl en route, she went to the telephone. "Father, it's for you. I think it's the White House."

Mr. Murry went quickly to the phone. "Mr. President, hello!" He was smiling, and Meg watched as the smile was wiped from his face and replaced with an expression of — what? Nothingness, she thought.

The twins stopped talking. Mrs. Murry stood, her wooden spoon resting against the lip of the saucepan. Mrs. O'Keefe continued to stare morosely into the fire. Charles Wallace appeared to be concentrating on the tesseract.

— Father is just listening, Meg thought. — The president is doing the talking.

She gave an involuntary shudder. One minute the room had been noisy with eager conversation, and suddenly they were all silent, their movements arrested. She listened, intently, while her father continued to hold the phone to his ear. His face looked grim, all the laughter lines deepening to sternness. Rain lashed against the windows. — It ought to snow at this time of year, Meg thought. — There's something wrong with the weather. There's something wrong.

Mr. Murry continued to listen silently, and his silence spread across the room. Sandy had been opening the oven door to baste the turkey and snitch a spoonful of stuffing, and he stood still, partly bent over, looking at his father. Mrs. Murry turned slightly from the stove and brushed one hand across her hair, which was beginning to be touched with silver at the temples. Meg had opened the drawer for the beater, which she held tightly.

It was not unusual for Mr. Murry to receive a call from the president. Over the years he had been consulted by the White House on matters of physics and space travel; other conversations had been serious, many disturbing, but this, Meg felt, was different, was causing the warm room to feel colder, look less bright.

"Yes, Mr. President, I understand," Mr. Murry said at last. "Thank you for calling." He put the receiver down slowly, as though it were heavy.

Dennys, his hands still full of silver for the table, asked, "What did he say?"

Their father shook his head. He did not speak.

Sandy closed the oven door. "Father?"

Meg cried, "Father, we know something's happened. You have to tell us — please."

His voice was cold and distant. "War."

Meg put her hand protectively over her belly. "Do you mean nuclear war?"

The family seemed to draw together, and Mrs. Murryreached out a hand to include Calvin's mother. But Mrs. O'Keefe closed her eyes and excluded herself.

"Is it Mad Dog Branzillo?" asked Meg.

"Yes. The president feels that this time Branzillo is going to carry out his threat, and then we'll have no choice but to use our antiballistic missiles."

"How would a country that small get a missile?" Sandy asked.

"Vespugia is no smaller than Israel, and Branzillo has powerful friends."

"He really can carry out this threat?"

Mr. Murry assented.

"Is there a red alert?" Sandy asked.

"Yes. The president says we have twenty-four hours in which to try to avert tragedy, but I have never heard him sound so hopeless. And he does not give up easily."

The blood drained from Meg's face. "That means the end of everything, the end of the world." She looked toward Charles Wallace, but he appeared almost as withdrawn as Mrs. O'Keefe. Charles Wallace, who was always there for her, was not there now. And Calvin was an ocean away. With a feeling of terror she turned back to her father.

He did not deny her words.

The old woman by the fireplace opened her eyes and twisted her thin lips scornfully. "What's all this? Why would the president of the United States call here? You playing some kind of joke on me?" The fear in her eyes belied her words.

"It's no joke, Mrs. O'Keefe," Mrs. Murry explained. "For a number of years the White House has been in the habit of consulting my husband."

"I didn't know he" — Mrs. O'Keefe darted a dark glance at Mr. Murry — "was a politician."

"He's not. He's a physicist. But the president needs scientific information and needs it from someone he can trust, someone who has no pet projects to fund or political positions to support. My husband has become especially close to the new president." She stirred the gravy, then stretched her hands out to her husband in supplication. "But why? Why? When we all know that no one can win a nuclear war."

Charles Wallace turned from the tesseract. "El Rabioso. That's his nickname. Mad Dog Branzillo."

"El Rabioso seems singularly appropriate for a man who overthrew the democratic government with a wild and bloody coup d'état. He is mad, indeed, and there is no reason in him."

"One madman in Vespugia," Dennys said bitterly, "can push a button and it will destroy civilization, and everything Mother and Father have worked for will go up in a mushroom cloud. Why couldn't the president make him see reason?" Sandy fed a fresh log onto the fire, as though taking hope from the warmth and light.

Dennys continued, "If Branzillo does this, sends missiles, it could destroy the entire human race —"

Sandy scowled ferociously. "— which might not be so bad —" "— and even if a few people survive in sparsely inhabited mountains and deserts, there'd be so much fallout all over the planet that their children would be mutants. Why couldn't the president make him see? Nobody wants war at that price."

"It's not for lack of trying," Mr. Murry said, "but El Rabioso deserves his nickname. If he has to fall, he'd just as soon take the human race with him."

"So they send missiles from Vespugia, and we return ours to them, and all for what?" Sandy's voice cracked with anger.

"El Rabioso sees this as an act of punishment, of just retribution. The Western world has used up more than our share of the world's energy, the world's resources, and we must be punished," Mr. Murry said. "We are responsible for the acutely serious oil and coal shortage, the defoliation of trees, the grave damage to the atmosphere, and he is going to make us pay."

"We stand accused," Sandy said, "but if he makes us pay, Vespugia will pay just as high a price."

Mrs. O'Keefe stretched her wrinkled hands out to the flames. "At Tara in this fateful hour ..." she mumbled.

Meg looked at her mother-in-law questioningly, but the old woman turned away. Meg said to the room at large, "I know it's selfish, but I wish Calvin weren't in London giving that paper. I wish I'd gone with him."

"I know, love," Mrs. Murry replied, "but Dr. Louise thought you should stay here."

"I wish I could at least phone him ..." Charles Wallace moved out of his withdrawn silence to say, "It hasn't happened yet, nuclear war. No missiles have been sent. As long as it hasn't happened, there's a chance that it may not happen."

A faint flicker of hope moved across Meg's face. — Would it be better, she wondered, — if we were like the rest of the world and didn't know the horrible possibility of our lives being snuffed out before another sun rises? How do we prepare?

"... in this fateful hour," the old woman mumbled again, but turned her head away when the Murrys looked at her.

Charles Wallace spoke calmly to the whole family, but looked at Meg. "It's Thanksgiving, and except for Calvin, we're all together, and Calvin's mother is with us, and that's important, and we all know where Calvin's heart is; it's right here."

"England doesn't observe Thanksgiving," Sandy remarked.

"But we do." His father's voice was resolute. "Finish setting the table, please. Dennys, will you fill the glasses?"

While Mr. Murry carved, and Mrs. Murry thickened the gravy, Meg finished beating the hard sauce, and the twins and Charles Wallace carried bowls of rice, stuffing, vegetables, cranberry sauce, to the table. Mrs. O'Keefe did not move to help. She looked at her work-worn hands, then dropped them into her lap. "At Tara in this fateful hour ..."

This time nobody heard her.

Sandy, trying to joke, said, "Remember the time Mother tried to make oatmeal cookies over the Bunsen burner, in a frying pan?"

"They were edible," Dennys said.

"Almost anything is, to your appetite."

"Which, despite everything, is enormous."

"And it's time to go to the table," Mrs. Murry said.

When they were in their places she automatically held out her hands, and then the family, with Mrs. O'Keefe between Mr. Murry and Meg, was linked around the table.

Charles Wallace suggested, "Let's sing Dona nobis pacem. It's what we're all praying for."

"Sandy'd better start then," Meg said. "He's got the best voice. And then Dennys and Mother, and then Father and you and I."

They raised their voices in the old round, singing over and over, Give us peace, give us peace, give us peace.

Meg's voice trembled, but she managed to sing through to the end.

There was silence as the plates were served, silence instead of the usual happy noise of conversation.

"Strange," Mr. Murry said, "that the ultimate threat should come from a South American dictator in an almost unknown little country. White meat for you, Meg?"

"Dark, too, please. Isn't it ironic that all this should be happening on Thanksgiving?"

Mrs. Murry said, "I remember my mother telling me about one spring, many years ago now, when relations between the United States and the Soviet Union were so tense that all the experts predicted nuclear war before the summer was over. They weren't alarmists or pessimists; it was a considered, sober judgment. And Mother said that she walked along the lane wondering if the pussy willows would ever bud again. After that, she waited each spring for the pussy willows, remembering, and never took their budding for granted again."


(Continues...)

Excerpted from A Swiftly Tilting Planet by Madeleine L'engle. Copyright © 1978 Crosswicks, Ltd.. Excerpted by permission of Macmillan.
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Table of Contents

1In this fateful hour9
2All Heaven with its power32
3The sun with its brightness49
4The snow with its whiteness66
5The fire with all the strength it hath84
6The lightning with its rapid wrath102
7The winds with their swiftness140
8The sea with its deepness149
9The rocks with their steepness174
10The earth with its starkness195
11All these I place210
12Between myself and the powers of darkness247

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A Swiftly Tilting Planet 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 193 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Charles Wallace and Meg, the Murry children, are going on another adventure through time. This time Meg is staying home. Charles Wallace is going to travel on a Pegasus, named Gaudior. They are going to try to stop Mad dog Branzillo, but can they? This was a very interesting adventure with the Murry children and magic, one of the books that makes you take a reality check. Charles Wallace is like my little cousin, James, because he is brave, smart, quiet, and shy. Meg, like me, is not very adventurous. She always has to keep an eye on the younger sibling. This is why I¿m sure that a lot of bookworms would enjoy this series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was the best book of the time quintet, I highly recomend it! It's filled with adventures and mysteries, it plesases the heart,mind, and soul with it's warm way of story telling.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I think that the Time Quartet grows with each book as the reader grows. This was definately the most adult book in the series and it was amazing.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
At first i had no idea what was going on! I didn't know what the rune was for what the"might have been" was, or why there were so many characters that did not seem to conect! But by the last chapter everything was explained and i understood everthing! So if your thinking of reading this, do! The Time Quartet is an amazing seris and i can't wait to read the next book! :)
GeorgiaPorgia More than 1 year ago
I loved this book! It was beautiful, poetic, complex, and intelligent. I believe ( although I can't say this for sure) that the author was trying to tell people about importance of world peace. Although the concept of 'echthroi' existed before this book and The Wind in The Door, I believe that whenever somebody does an evil, wrong thing, then they are behaving like an Echthros. I first read this book when I was seven, but I wasn't scared by it. However, other kids might be scared by the Echthroi. Still, I recommend this to readers of all ages. P.S. I preferred the Peter Sis book cover, personally.
Danielle Logan More than 1 year ago
This book kept me trailing to the next page, wishing and wondering in the intrecate world of mystery. A great book for all ages.
Guest More than 1 year ago
the average rating is five stars, but i can see that's because these people love the orginals. the other 3 books in this series are excellent, well worth reading. this one was just weird, confusing, and just not as good as the others. the story and plot are great though. i recomend it for fans of the series even though i didn't like it.
heidilove on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
nice. if you're reading my reviews you already know how deeply i like madeleine's works, both for children and for adults.
the1butterfly on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is one of my favorites of Madelaine L'Engle's "Time Quartet," which are, of course, my favorite of her books. I loved traveling through time on a pegasus with her and watching the worlds connect. I liked being connected to Meg as she explored the excited places of the past and fixed them.
stipe168 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
read but forgotten. but i remember loving it!
thelorelei on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This third installation (or fourth, in character chronology) of the L'Engle's Time Quintet may actually be my favorite. In it, the teenage Charles Wallace is called upon to travel back in time and merge with different people, trying to change the course of the future at points where things "might-have-been." All this is in a desperate attempt to prevent nuclear disaster threatened by a South American dictator. I always found this book to be more intricate and therefore slightly more engrossing than the two previous, in the way that Charles Wallace must visit many points in time to unravel and re-spin the chain of events leading to the present day. It emphasizes once again themes of interconnectedness, and how the smallest event, no matter how seemingly insignificant, can affect all of time going forward. Once again the language is smooth and effective, but seems to have gained just the slightest in complexity. There also seem to be additional shades of gray throughout the characters in the book, making things more complicated than they were in "Wrinkle" and "Wind." This is one book I'll gladly come back to again and again.
HippieLunatic on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The third in the series is, in my opinion better than the first and fairly on par with the second. I enjoyed the story and the idea of intertwining time lines, but the story seemed a bit unnecessarily convuluted at times.As a child, I don't think I made it this far into the Time Quartet, but as an adult I hope to have more staying power and finish the series and perhaps even pick up a few more by L'Engle. A Swiftly Tilting Planet does have more of an adult feel to the writing, so parents should be aware of detailed descriptions of fights, pain, and possible death.
readafew on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A Swiftly Tilting Planet is the 3rd book chronicling the adventures of the Murray children. This one has Charles Wallace front and center. The Murray's find out on Thanksgiving through Mr. Murray that a madman is planning on starting a nuclear war, mostly because he can. Charles Wallace is given the task of going back in time and 'Within' others to try to change the past at a 'Might-have-been' a crucial point in the time line hoping to change the present. CW is assisted by Gaudior a flying Unicorn whose special gift is to fly on the Wind through time. I my opinion this is the best of the series so far. The first 2 were written for a younger audience than this one and the story is fuller and the characters are more well rounded. This is another tale of good vs. evil and another fun book to add to a young adult collection.
fyrefly98 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Summary: Charles Wallace Murry is now fifteen, although he's just as quiet and serious as he was when he was younger. On one fateful Thanksgiving night, Mr. Murry receives a call from the President, informing the family that Mad Dog Branzillo, the dictator of a small South American country, has threatened the world with nuclear war. With a charge laid on him by Mrs. O'Keefe, his sister's normally taciturn mother-in-law, to avert the disaster, he heads out to the starwatching rock, where he speaks the rune she taught him. The universe sends him help in the form of the unicorn Gaudior, who will take Charles Wallace back in time. In each time, he must go Within a host, seeking to find the Might-Have-Been, the one choice that can change the course of history, and forestall nuclear war.Review: I don't go in for lists of lifetime favorites, because it's too hard to narrow down my lifetime of books into five, or ten, and to tell whether I love a book because of nostalgia, or on its own merits. Regardless, if someone was standing with a pair of scissors to my library card and forcing me to to pick my all-time favorite books, A Swiftly Tilting Planet would almost certainly be on the list. I can't count the number of times I read this book as a child, and I recently re-listened to it, and it turns out I love it just as much at twenty eight as I did at eight.Okay, so, why do I love this book? First and foremost, I love how neatly, and how beautifully everything fits together. As Charles Wallace goes Within a different host in each period of history, the book almost reads like a collection of short stories - like Cloud Atlas, although much more intertwined. I love how tiny details, names, histories, places, and words of power reappear, slightly modified, in each time, and I love that the book is structured with each line of Patrick's Rune becoming a chapter title. It's a book concerned with genealogies, and the historical legacies of our choices, and while these concepts may be somewhat contrived and somewhat simplified (it is a kids' book, after all), the way L'Engle weaves together past and present is much more intricate and complex than it initially appears. Much has been made of L'Engle's Christian slant to her writing, but I never noticed any such slant as a child, and even though I can kind of see it as an adult, it's not nearly so obvious as in C. S. Lewis's Narnia books. Most of her characters are Christians (although not "obviously" so), and words like God and Heaven are capitalized throughout, but when Charles Wallace calls on "all Heaven" for help, he's sent a flying, time-traveling unicorn. Christian values like love and self-sacrifice are emphasized, but I don't find it to be proselytizing in the slightest. I think, at heart, what makes A Swiftly Tilting Planet my favorite out of the Kronos Quartet is that 1) it focuses on Charles Wallace, so there's much less of Meg's whining, which got old rather quickly in A Wrinkle in Time and A Wind in the Door; and 2) there is, in general, a lot less talking and a lot more doing, and the plot moves much more rapidly through a variety of scenes and stories, all of which interconnect to form one wonderful whole. 5 out of 5 stars.Recommendation: While readers of Madeleine L'Engle's earlier books are going to be the most likely to pick this one up on the basis of name-recognition, I don't think either of the previous books are required to understand and enjoy A Swiftly Tilting Planet. It's also got a very different feel than her earlier books, so I really think everyone should give this childhood favorite a chance.
kellyholmes on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The third book in a beautiful series.
aethercowboy on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
In order to prevent a nuclear war, Charles Wallace teams up with a unicorn/Pegasus thing to (surprise) travel through time.If you enjoyed the previous volumes, you'll probably enjoy this one as well.
gillis.sarah on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I liked it, but not as much as the other Time Quartet books that I've read. I might like it more if I read it again.
The_Hibernator on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is the only book in the original Time Quartet that I hadn¿t yet read. I read all of the others when I was a child, but when I picked up A Swiftly Tilting Planet I couldn¿t get in to it. So I set it aside and there it sat on my bookshelf for 20 years. This time around I didn¿t give up so easily, but I still found it a little disappointing. It was cute, certainly, but there was more preach than plot. Also, I admit that I was a little irked about the glorious Importantness of the Murray family. They all had multiple doctoral degrees, won the Nobel Prize, and/or had chatsies with the President on a regular basis. The same story could have been told without making them all academically Important. But then, maybe I¿m just jealous that I only have one PhD, no Nobel Prize, and I¿ve never spoken with the President. :) 3/5 stars.
Berly on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I just finished A Swiftly Tilting Planet by Madeleine L'Engle, author of A Wrinkle in Time. I had no idea she had written so many other books featuring the Murray family. WT was one of my all-time favorite books as a youngster and I also read A Wind in the Door, but it seems I have skipped volumes 3 and 4, so I will be on the hunt for these. In STP, Charles is given the task of saving the world through time travel and finding an alternative "What Might Have Been." He stays connected to our Where and When by kything (a connection similar to ESP but stronger) with his older sister Meg. It was a strangely calm and beautiful book and a gentle reminder to always choose the path of light and harmony. Four stars.
Carmin_Lynn on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Fifteen-year-old Charles Wallace and the unicorn Gaudior undertake a perilous journey through time in a desperate attempt to stop the destruction of the world by the mad dictator Madog Branzillo. They are not alone in their quest. Charles Wallace's sister, Meg--grown and expecting her first child, but still able to enter her brother's thoughts and emotions by ¿kything¿--goes with him in spirit.Very imaginative and thrilling story. the way it's written is highly believable and it pulled me in all the way. It is really a fantastic read.
lppeters on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Out of the books in this series, this has been my favorite yet. I think I enjoyed reading about Meg being married and just knowing where she is at in life. I think that the turn on events that occurs in this book are more relative to what is going on in the characters life this go around as well. I'm not sure if I would read this book in my class, but would strongly recommend it to my students, especially if we had read any of the books in the series.
cory123 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The book A Swifty Tilting Planet is a great book heres a review about A Swiftly Tilting Planet.The book starts out on a thanksgiving day get together they all settle down for dinner and just then Megs dad (Mr.Murry) receivesa very important phone call from the president of the United States saying that they need to start war with Branwen Z. maddox Well what do you know that ruins the whole thanksgiving dinner so Meg goes and talkswith Charles Wallace and he decides he wants to go for a walk so Meg goes with Charles Wallace and he has a unicornthat nobody really knows about, well he and family. But it does not live with him where do you think it lives? Join Meg and Charles Wallaceand the whole Murry family on this adventurous fairy tale!!This book A Swiftly Tilting Planet is a great book and I would highly reccomend for everyone who loves Fairytales, I give this book 4 stars
kawgirl on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
While not as engrossing as "A Wrinkle in Time," this book was still interesting and I remember enjoying watching Megan et. al. grow up and develop throughout the series.
MerryMary on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Probably my favorite of this trilogy. The interweaving threads of time and history, the "kithing," the story of Calvin's mother, all touch something just a little deeper with me. A wonderful book.
snapplechick on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book was great. I wasn't expecting it. It explained complexity in a interesting and creative way. I can't wait to read more from this author. She also wrote A Wrinkle In Time.