A Wrinkle in Time was one of my favorite books when I was a child. Halfway through my 6th grade year my parents yet again yanked me out of one school to move to another. The culture was very different at this school. I went from an Air Force School to a very, very rural school. I did not fit in. I was not happy. But those few minutes after lunch that the teacher read "A Wrinkle in Time" to us I could drift away to another place and be comfortable.
She left her mark on many people I am sure.