Name: Camilla
Rating: 4.4 (5 reviews)
ISBN: 9780440911715

Madeleine L'Engle

Camilla Dickinson, at fifteen, learns to understand her parents and friends with th help of Luisa Rowan and Luisa's brother, Frank, with whom Camilla falls in love.

Camilla

Experience this story of first love by A Wrinkle in Time author Madeleine L'Engle. This classic novel is now a major motion picture, Camilla Dickinson. Fifteen-year-old Camilla Dickinson has led a sheltered life on the Upper East Side with her architect father and stunningly beautiful mother. But this winter the security she has always known has vanished, because her parents' marriage is coming apart - and Camilla is caught in the middle. She finds a way to escape her troubles when she meets Frank, her best friend's brother, who is someone she can really talk to about life, death, God, and her dream of becoming an astronomer. When Frank introduces her to the important people in his life, who are so different from anyone she has met before, he opens her eyes to worlds beyond her own, almost as if he were a telescope helping her to see the stars. This novel, one of the author's earliest, is the story of a girl who, with the help of her first love, leaves childhood behind and enters adulthood with a newfound sense of self and inner strength.

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"I have never liked dolls. Somehow they have always frightened me a little because they are like cartoons of all that is cold and unloving and uncaring in people."

“What are you doing all alone in the dark?”
“Just looking at the rain.”
“That’s a melancholy business,”

"A nice thing about Luisa and me—we both like sandwiches for breakfast and we like cereal before we go to bed at night."

“But you’re not a child any longer,” Jacques told me.
I said, in an ice-cold voice, as cold as an outer planet, “I am a child. I do not intend to grow up.”
“But there are compensations,” Jacques said, “I promise you there are compensations.”

Also Frank was a creep.

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2.5/5 
"I have never liked dolls. Somehow they have always frightened me a little because they are like cartoons of all that is cold and unloving and uncaring in people."

“What are you doing all alone in the dark?”
“Just looking at the rain.”
“That’s a melancholy business,”

"A nice thing about Luisa and me—we both like sandwiches for breakfast and we like cereal before we go to bed at night."

“But you’re not a child any longer,” Jacques told me.
I said, in an ice-cold voice, as cold as an outer planet, “I am a child. I do not intend to grow up.”
“But there are compensations,” Jacques said, “I promise you there are compensations.”

Also Frank was a creep.

Camilla

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