hot cocoa on a stormy night
I’ve only read the classic “A Wrinkle In Time” once so far.
I read it because my friend Connor was talking about hot cocoa.
“It’s a brother-sister thing,” he said, and began explaining a story about a girl named Meg who loved equations and science and books. This girl named Meg would shuffle downstairs on stormy nights to find that her brother Charles had put a pot on the stove and stirred up some hot cocoa for her.
Then they would sit and talk late into the night.
I knew I had to read it.