Madeleine L’Engle died last Thursday. She was eighty-eight. One of my favorite books of all time is her Circle of Quiet, a book I found in a book warehouse sale when we lived in Connecticut from 1987 to 1989. That book is one of the first books I ever read with a pencil in hand, underlining sentences and paragraphs, making little arrows and asterisks in the margins.
Madeleine L’Engle’s books, particularly her non-fiction books, made me feel less alone in the world.
She was a bright light, now shining in another place.
Rest in peace.