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书名：A Wrinkle in Time  时间的皱纹/时间的皱折
难度：Lexile蓝思阅读指数740L
作者：Madeleine L’Engle马德琳·英格
出版社名称：Puffin Classics
出版时间：2014
语种：英文
ISBN：9780141354934
商品尺寸：12.9 x 1.8 x 19.8 cm
包装：平装
页数：288

A Wrinkle in Time《时间的皱折》（又译作《时间的皱纹》），是世界儿童文学大师马德琳·英格的成名作，属于《梅格时空大冒险》系列的第1本。
红遍全世界的动画电影《冰雪奇缘》（Frozen）的剧本兼导演之一珍妮弗·李（Jennifer Michelle Lee）将把梅格时空大冒险1：时间的折皱》（A Wrinkle in Time）改写为剧本，作为迪士尼公司的动画新作，于2018年3月9日上映，再续《冰雪奇缘》的票房神话。

★纽伯瑞儿童文学金奖
★国际安徒生奖获得者代表作
★荣获“刘易斯·卡罗尔书架奖”（Lewis Carroll Shelf Award）
★获颁“英格兰圆桌儿童文学荣誉证书”（New England Round Table of Children’s Literature Honor Certificate）
★《逆转的地球》获颁“国家图书奖”（National Book Award）
★获颁美国“全国英语教师协会”青少年文学杰出贡献奖（ALAN Award for Outstanding Contribution to Adolescent Literature from the National Council of Teachers of English）
★获颁“世界奇幻文学协会终身成就奖”
★获颁美国图书协会（American Library Association，简称ALA）玛格丽特·A.爱德华终身成就奖
★获颁“国家人文科学奖章”
★2014美国亚马逊“人生中要读的100本书”第27名
★《父母》杂志“永不过时的100本zui佳童书”（The best children’s book of all time）
★“受美国孩子欢迎的100本童书”
★“入读美国高中前留学生必读的80本图书”
★马德琳·英格于2012年3月被评为“十佳英文儿童文学作家”（the10 best authors of childrens literature），评选人认为：“只《梅格时空大冒险》系列就足以证明它们是儿童文学有史以来尚佳作品之一。50年后的今天，它们仍然是不可或缺、鼓舞人心和匪夷所思的，我们爱它。”
★马德琳·英格与毛泽东、《爱丽丝梦游仙境》作者刘易斯·卡罗尔、《神奇校车》作者乔安娜·柯尔等被评为“改变历史的25个图书馆员”。

精彩书评：
“《时间的皱折》一书激发了人们的想象力，代表了美国的创造精神。”——美国前总统乔治·布什的颁奖致词

“一个精心编织的故事……它之所以受到大众的喜爱，不仅是因为它悬而未决的情节和幽默的语言，还因为它传达了很多意味深长的理念。”——《柯克斯书评》

“主题鲜明是马德琳·英格的一贯风格……这本风格独特的书，激发了我们对爱的思索、人文主义的关怀以及对快乐生活的展望。”——《书单》

“我想成为梅格·莫瑞。我喜欢她和其他人一起努力，反抗不公正的体制，即便希望很小，也要拼命拯救家人。”——谢丽尔·桑德伯格（Sheryl Sandberg，Facebook首席运营官）

这是一本关于爱、宽容与坚持的书，读后能给人以力量。
这本五彩斑斓的小书里，有一个感人至深的故事。15岁的女孩麦格为了寻找失踪的科学家爸爸，踏上了一条非同寻常的道路。
这是一个关于坚持信念的故事。尽管旅途中布满了艰辛和危险，但三个伙伴从没有动摇过他们要找到并救出爸爸的决心。
这也是—个有关爱的故事。爸爸对麦格的亲子之爱，弟弟与麦格的手足之情，加尔文与麦格的朋友之谊……麦格肩负着这些爱，战胜了邪恶，重返家园。
当然，我们不能把鼎力相助的三位星际天使给遗忘了哦。还有三个伙伴充满瑰丽色彩的星球旅程，就像《小王子》中一样有趣，从一个星球轻松跳跃至另一个星球。
那么，孩子们到底是怎么做到这一切的呢?书中的描述绝对会让你目瞪口呆的。
所以，也不怪孩子们爱看这本书了！它为此还囊括了世界两大青少年文学奖项呢，那就是安徒生文学奖和纽伯瑞文学金奖。
When Charles Wallace Murry goes searching through a ‘wrinkle in time’ for his lost father, he finds himself on an evil planet where all life is enslaved by a huge pulsating brain known as ‘It’. How Charles, his sister Meg and friend Calvin find and free his father makes this a very special and exciting mixture of fantasy and science fiction, which all the way through is dominated by the funny and mysterious trio of guardian angels known as Mrs Whatsit, Mrs Who and Mrs Which.

马德琳·英格（Madeleine L’Engle），世界儿童文学大师，纽伯瑞儿童文学金奖得主。获得“美国图书奖”“美国图书协会终身成就奖”“世界欢迎的青少年文学作家”等多项荣誉与奖项，作品风靡全球、畅销不衰。
英格一生笔耕不辍，硕果累累。她所创造的神奇、迷人、哲理性的想象世界深深吸引了广大的孩子和大人，她对友爱、真理、信仰等人生问题的深层探索也抓住了许多人的心，得到他们由衷的喜爱和推崇。想象力的勃发促使英格写下一部部脍炙人口的儿童文学作品，在她娴熟的笔下，这种力量自由地运转，转换成理智而充满童趣的文字，并跨越时空得以流传。而马德琳·英格也一如她的作品，凭借着想象力，凭借着爱与希望越过了时空，获得了永恒的魅力。为了纪念她的卓越贡献，2004年时任美国总统小布什在白宫为她颁发了“国家人文科学奖章”。
英格女士于1918年11月29日出生于纽约，2007年9月6日在美国康涅狄格州离世。
Madeleine L’Engle lived in New York and wrote over 60 books for children, includingA Wrinkle in Time, the first in her Time Quintet series and winner of the highly prestigious Newbury Medal. She died in 2007, aged 88.

MRS WHATSIT
IT WAS A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT.
In her attic bedroom Margaret Murry, wrapped in an old patchwork quilt, sat on the foot of her bed and watched the trees tossing in the frenzied lashing of the wind. Behind the trees clouds scudded frantically across the sky. Every few moments the moon ripped through them, creating wraithlike shadows that raced along the ground.
The house shook.
Wrapped in her quilt, Meg shook.
She wasn’t usually afraid of weather.—It’s not just the weather, she thought.—It’s the weather on top of everything else. On top of me. On top of Meg Murry doing everything wrong.
School. School was all wrong. She’d been dropped down to the lowest section in her grade. That morning one of her teachers had said crossly, “Really, Meg, I don’t understand how a childwith parents as brilliant as yours are supposed to be can be such a poor student. If you don’t manage to do a little better you’ll have to stay back next year.”
During lunch she’d roughhoused a little to try to make herself feel better, and one of the girls said scornfully, “After all, Meg, we aren’t grade-school kids anymore. Why do you always act like such a baby?”
And on the way home from school, as she walked up the road with her arms full of books, one of the boys had said something about her “dumb baby brother.” At this she’d thrown the books on the side of the road and tackled him with every ounce of strength she had, and arrived home with her blouse torn and a big bruise under one eye.
Sandy and Dennys, her ten-year-old twin brothers, who got home from school an hour earlier than she did, were disgusted. “Let us do the fighting when it’s necessary,” they told her.
—A delinquent, that’s what I am, she thought grimly. —That’s what they’ll be saying next. Not Mother. But Them. Everybody Else. I wish Father—
But it was still not possible to think about her father without the danger of tears. Only her mother could talk about him in a natural way, saying, “When your father gets back—”
Gets back from where? And when? Surely her mother must know what people were saying, must be aware of the smugly vicious gossip. Surely it must hurt her as it did Meg. But if it did she gave no outward sign. Nothing ruffled the serenity of her expression.
—Why can’t I hide it, too? Meg thought. Why do I always have to show everything?
The window rattled madly in the wind, and she pulled the quilt close about her. Curled up on one of her pillows, a gray fluff of kitten yawned, showing its pink tongue, tucked its head under again, and went back to sleep.
Everybody was asleep. Everybody except Meg. Even Charles Wallace, the “dumb baby brother,” who had an uncanny way of knowing when she was awake and unhappy, and who would come, so many nights, tiptoeing up the attic stairs to her—even Charles Wallace was asleep.
How could they sleep? All day on the radio there had been hurricane warnings. How could they leave her up in the attic in the rickety brass bed, knowing that the roof might be blown right off the house and she tossed out into the wild night sky to land who knows where?
Her shivering grew uncontrollable.