I've just discovered that The Wonderful World of Disney is airing a three-hour adaptation of A Wrinkle in Time, my favorite book from grade school, tonight at 8:00 on ABC. I'm surprisingly moved by the news; in a way, I've been waiting for a movie version of this book since I was eight years old. I haven't read L'Engle's books in years, but they still mean a lot to me.

About five years ago, I think during freshman year, Noah said something mildly critical about A Wrinkle in Time, and I still fume at the memory. Without exaggeration, I've begun to realize that I have a startlingly voluminous memory of every aesthetic opinion ever made by any of my friends about anything. It comes in handy when I'm making mix tapes.