In anticipation of the film I re-read the original novel for the first time since preteen/childhood on the plane today. This book truly altered the course of my imagination and as such, my life as a young girl. It holds up and still moves me, but certain pieces I’d forgotten and it’s not the epic I quite remembered. Meg wasn’t the perfect hero I recalled thinking she was - which delights me in retrospect. I read this flawed, hurt, complex character as a kid and to me she was still the perfect hero, today as an adult I thought “she’s kinda bratty.” Child me forgave what adult me dwelled on and judged. The minds of children are the best: referring to both the characters and myself as a child. Looking forward to Hope Larson’s graphic novel interpretation next!