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An acceptable time / Madeleine L'Engle.

By: L'Engle, Madeleine [author.].
Material type: materialTypeLabelBookSeries: L'Engle, Madeleine. Time quintet: 5.Publisher: New York : Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2007Edition: First Square Fish edition.Description: 373 pages : genealogical table ; 20 cm.Content type: text Media type: unmediated Carrier type: volumeISBN: 9780312368586.Subject(s): Space and time -- Juvenile fiction | Time travel -- Juvenile fiction | Druids and druidism -- Juvenile fiction | Teenage girls -- Juvenile fiction | Prehistoric peoples -- Juvenile fiction | Male college students -- Juvenile fiction | Sick -- Juvenile fiction | Fantasy -- Juvenile fictionDDC classification: [Fic] Summary: Polly's stay with her grandparents in Connecticut becomes an extraordinary experience as she encounters old friends and mysterious strangers and finds herself traveling back in time to play a crucial role in a prehistoric confrontation.
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An Acceptable Time , the final book in Madeleine L'Engle's Time Quintet, the series that began with the Newbery Award winner A Wrinkle in Time. While spending time with her grandparents, Alex and Kate Murry, Polly O'Keefe wanders into a time 3,000 years before her own.

"A rich and heady brew . . . fine fantasy, firmly rooted in reality.'' -- Publisher's Weekly

Under their feet, the ground seemed to tremble.

A flash of lightning, quivering ground, and, instead of her grandparents' farm, Polly sees mist and jagged mountains -- and coming toward her, a group of young men carrying spears.

Why has a time gate opened and dropped Polly into a world that existed 3,000 years ago? Will she be able to get back to the present before the time gate closes -- and leaves her to face a group of people who believe in human sacrifice?

Praise for An Acceptable Time :

"When Polly O'Keefe visits her grandparents in Connecticut, she finds herself caught up in the lives of three mysterious strangers [who lived] 3,000 years ago [and] travels back in time to play a crucial role in an ancient confrontation. . . L'Engle has again achieved the award-winning style of A Wrinkle in Time . . . Highly recommended." -- VOYA

"A rich and heady brew . . . fine fantasy, firmly rooted in reality.'' -- Publisher's Weekly

Books by Madeleine L'Engle

A Wrinkle in Time Quintet
A Wrinkle in Time
A Wind in the Door
A Swiftly Tilting Planet
Many Waters
An Acceptable Time

A Wrinkle in Time: The GraphicNovel by Madeleine L'Engle; adapted & illustrated by HopeLarson: A graphic novel adaptation of Madeleine L'Engle's ground-breakingscience fiction and fantasy classic.

Intergalactic P.S. 3 by Madeleine L'Engle; illustrated by Hope Larson: Astandalone story set in the world of A Wrinkle in Time !

The Austin Family Chronicles
Meet the Austins (Volume 1)
The Moon by Night (Volume 2)
The Young Unicorns (Volume 3)
A Ring of Endless Light (Volume 4) A Newbery Honor book!
Troubling a Star (Volume 5)

The Polly O'Keefe books
The Arm of the Starfish
Dragons in the Waters
A House Like a Lotus

And Both Were Young


The Joys of Love

Includes an interview with the author and a genealogical table of the Murry-O'Keefe and Austin families and lists the books in which they appear.

Polly's stay with her grandparents in Connecticut becomes an extraordinary experience as she encounters old friends and mysterious strangers and finds herself traveling back in time to play a crucial role in a prehistoric confrontation.

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Chapter One She walked through an orchard, fallen apples red and cidery on the ground, crossed a stone wall, and wandered on into a small wood. The path was carpeted with leaves, red, orange, gold, giving off a rich, earthy smell. Polly scuffed along, pushing the toes of her running shoes through the lavish brightness. It was her first New England autumn and she was exhilarated by the colors drifting from the trees, dappling her hair with reflected amber and bronze. The sun shone with a golden haze through a muted blue sky. Leaves whispered to the ground. The air was crisp, but not cold. She hummed with contentment. The trees were young, most no more than half a century old, with trunks still slender, completely unlike the great Spanish-moss-hung water and live oaks she had left less than a week before. Apples from a wild seedling had dropped onto the path. She picked one up, russet and a bit misshapen. But the fruit was crisp and juicy and she wandered on, eating, and spitting out the seeds. Now the path led her toward a forest of much older trees, towering maples, spruce, and pine. Reaching above them all was an ancient oak, with large, serrated leaves of a deep bronze color, many still clinging tenaciously to the branches. It was very different from the Southern oaks she was used to, and she had not recognized it as one until she learned her mother and uncles had always called it the "Grandfather Oak." "When we first moved here," her grandmother had explained, "most of the oaks were gone, killed by some disease. But this one survived, and now our land is full of young oaklings, all evidently disease-resistant, thanks to the Grandfather Oak." Now she looked at the oak and was startled to see a young man standing in its shadows. He was looking at her with lucid blue eyes which seemed to hold the light of the day. He wore some kind of white garment, and one hand was on the head of a tan dog with large, pricked-up ears, outlined in black. The young man raised his hand in greeting, then turned and walked quickly into the forest. When she reached the great tree, he had disappeared from sight. She had thought he might speak to her, and she was curious. The wind had risen and played through the pines, sounding almost like the rolling of the breakers on the beach at Benne Seed Island, off the coast of South Carolina, where her parents still were, and which she had left so short a time ago. She turned up the collar of the red anorak she had taken from the generous supply that hung on pegs outside her grandparents' kitchen door. It was her favorite because it fitted her well and was warm and comfortable, and she liked it because the pockets were full of all kinds of things: a small but very bright flashlight; a pair of scissors; a notepad in a leather binder, with a purple felt pen; an assortment of paper clips, safety pins, rubber bands; a pair of dark glasses; a dog biscuit (for what dog?). She sat on a great flat glacial rock, known as the star-watching rock, and looked up at white clouds scudding across the sky. She sat up straighter as she heard music, a high, rather shrill piping of a folk melody. What was it? Who was making music out here in the middle of nowhere? She got up and walked, following the sound, past the Grandfather Oak, in the same direction as the young man with the dog. She went past the oak and there, sitting on a stone wall, was another young man, this one with lustrous black hair, and skin too white, playing a penny whistle. "Zachary!" She was totally startled. "Zachary Gray! What are you doing here?" He took the whistle from his mouth and shoved it into a pocket in his leather jacket. Rose from the wall and came toward her, arms outstretched. "Well met by sunlight, Miss Polly O'Keefe. Zachary Gray at your service." She pulled away from his embrace. "But I thought you were at UCLA!" "Hey." He put his arm around her waist and hugged her. "Aren't you glad to see me?" "Of course I'm glad to see you. But how did you get here? Not just New England, but here, at my grandparents'â€"" He led her back to the wall. The stones still held warmth from the autumn sun. "I called your folks in South Carolina, and they informed me you were staying with your grandparents, so I drove over to say hello, and theyâ€"your grandparentsâ€"told me you'd gone for a walk, and if I came out here I'd probably find you." His voice was relaxed; he seemed perfectly at home. "You drove here from UCLA?" He laughed. "I'm taking an internship semester at a law firm in Hartford, specializing in insurance claims." His arm about her waist tightened. He bent toward her, touching his lips to hers. She drew away. "Zach. No." "I thought we were friends." "We are. Friends." "I thought you found me attractive." "I do. Butâ€"not yet. Not now. You know that." "Okay, Pol. But I can't afford to wait too long." Suddenly his eyes looked bleak. His lips tightened. Then, deliberately, he gave her one of his most charming smiles. "At least you're glad to see me." "Very glad." Yes. Delighted, in fact, but totally surprised. She was flattered that he'd gone to the trouble to seek her out. She had met him in Athens the previous summer, where she had spent a few days before going to Cyprus to be a gofer at a conference on literature and literacy. It had been an incredibly rich experience, full of joy and pain, and in Athens Zachary had been charming to her, showing her a city he already knew well, and driving her around the surrounding countryside. But when he had said good-bye to her in the airport after the conference had ended, she had never expected to hear from him again. "I can't believe it!" She smiled at him. "Can't believe what, Red?" "Don't call me Red," she replied automatically. "That you're here." "Look at me. Touch me. It's me, Zach. And what are you doing here?" "Going for a walk." "I mean, staying with your grandparents." "I'm studying with them. For a few months, at any rate. They're terrific." "I gather they're famous scientists or something." "Well, Grand's a Nobel Prize laureate. She's into little thingsâ€"sub-subatomic particles. And Granddad's an astrophysicist and knows more about the space/time continuum than almost anybody except Einstein or Hawking." "You always were a brain," he said. "You understand all that stuff?" She laughed. "Only a very little." She was absurdly glad to see him. Her grandparents were, as she had said, terrific, but she hadn't seen anyone her own age and hadn't expected to. "So why are you doing this instead of going to school at home?" he asked. "I need lots more science than I could get at Cowper-town High, and getting to and from the mainland from Benne Seed was a real hassle." "That's not the only reason." "Isn't it enough?" It would have to be enough for Zachary, at least for now. She looked away from him, across the star-watching rock, to an autumn sky just turning toward dusk. The long rays of the sun touched the clouds with rose and gold, and the vivid colors of the leaves deepened. A dark shadow of purple moved across the low hills. Zachary followed her gaze. "I love these mountains. So different from California mountains." Polly nodded. "These are old mountains, ancient, worn down by rain and wind and time itself. Perspective-making." "Do you need perspective?" "Don't we all?" A leaf drifted down and settled on Polly's hair. Zachary reached out long, pale fingers and took it off. "It's the same color as your hair. Beautiful." Polly sighed. "I'm just beginning to be reconciled to my hair. Given a choice, I wouldn't have chosen orange." "It's not orange." Zachary let the leaf fall to the ground. "It's the color of autumn." â€"Nice, she thought.â€"How nice he can be. "This is the first time I've seen autumn foliage. I've always lived in warm climates. This isâ€"I don't have any words. I thought nothing could beat the ocean, and nothing does, but thisâ€"" "It has its own glory," Zachary said. "Pop's living in Sausalito now, and the view from his house can overwhelm, all that incredible expanse of Pacific. But this, as you say, gives perspective and peace. "Your grandparents," he continued, "offered tea and cinnamon toast if I could find you and bring you back." "Sure." She jumped down from the wall. As they passed the Grandfather Oak, she asked, "Hey, who was that blue-eyed guy I saw here a few minutes ago?" He looked at her. "I thought he was someone who worked for your grandparents, a caretaker or gardener or something like that." She shook her head. "You mean they take care of this whole place themselves?" "Yes. Well, a neighboring farmer hays the fields, but he's older, and this man was young, and he didn't look like a farmer to me." Zachary laughed. "What do you think a farmer looks like? I grant you, this guy had a kind of nobility." "Did you talk to him?" "No, and that was, as I think about it, a little weird. He looked at me, and I looked at him, and I was going to say something, but he gave me this look, as though he was totally surprised to see me, I mean totally, and then he turned and walked into the woods. He had this big-eared dog with him, and they just took off. Not running. But when I looked, I didn't see them." He shrugged. "As I said, I thought he must be a caretaker or whatever, and a lot of those types are sort of surly. Do you suppose he was a poacher? Do you have pheasants or quail?" "Both. And our land is very visibly posted. It's not big enough to be called a game preserveâ€"most of the old farms around here were a hundred acres or less. But my grandparents like to keep it safe for the wildlife." "Forget him," Zachary said. "I came out here looking for you and I've found you." "I'm glad. Really glad." She smiled at him, her most brilliant smile. "Ready to go?" "Sure. I think your grandparents are expecting us." "Okay. We'll just go back across the star-watching rock." "Star-watching rock?" She stepped onto the large flat glacial rock. Patches of moss grew in the crevices. Mica sparkled in the long rays of the descending sun. "It's always been called that. It's a wonderful place to lie and watch the stars. It's my mother's favorite rock, from when she was a child." They crossed the rock and walked along the path that led in the direction of the house. Zachary walked slowly, she noticed, breathing almost as though he had been running. She shortened her pace to match his. Under one of the wild apple trees scattered across the land the ground was slippery with wrinkled brown apples, and there was a pungent, cidery smell. Inadvertently she moved ahead of Zachary and came to a low stone wall that marked the boundary of the big field north of the house. On the wall a large black snake was curled in the last of the sunlight. "Hey!" Polly laughed in pleasure. "It's Louise the Larger!" Zachary stopped, frozen in his tracks. "What are you talking about? That's a snake! Get away!" "Oh, she won't hurt us. It's only Louise. She's just a harmless black snake," Polly assured Zachary. "When my uncles, Sandy and Dennys, were kidsâ€"you met Sandy in Athensâ€"" "He didn't approve of me." Zachary stepped back farther from the wall and the snake. "It wasn't you," Polly said. "It was your father's conglomerates. Anyhow, there was a snake who lived in this wall, and my uncles called her Louise the Larger." "I don't know much about snakes." Zachary retreated yet another step. "They terrify me. But then isn't this snake incredibly old?" "Oh, she's probably not the same one. Grand and I saw her sunning herself the other day, and she's exactly like the old Louise the Larger, and Grand said there hasn't been a black snake like Louise the Larger since my uncles left home." "It's a crazy name." Zachary still did not approach, but stayed leaning against a young oak by the side of the path, as though catching his breath. â€"It's a family joke, Polly thought. Zachary knew nothing about her family except that it was a large one, and she knew nothing about him except that his mother was dead and his father was rich beyond her comprehension. Louise later. "Ready?" His voice was unsteady. "I'm not walking past that snake." Excerpted from An Acceptable Time by Madeleine L'engle. Copyright 1989 by Crosswicks. Published in May 2007 by Farrar, Straus and Giroux. All rights reserved. This work is protected under copyright laws and reproduction is strictly prohibited. Permission to reproduce the material in any manner or medium must be secured from the Publisher. Excerpted from An Acceptable Time by Madeleine L'Engle All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

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Publishers Weekly Review

For this time-slip novel, L'Engle again reaches into her bag of weird and wonderful knowledge, blending snippets of tantalizing information from a variety of disciplines--history, natural history, physics and Christian metaphysics, to name a few--into a rich and heady brew. Red-haired Polly O'Keefe (last seen in A House Like a Lotus ) arrives at her grandparents' farm in Connecticut for some private tutoring. There, in a landscape familiar to L'Engle fans (who will be pleased to know that the Nobel Prize-winning Mrs. Murry still cooks over a Bunsen burner), Polly slips back 3000 years into a different time ``spiral.'' She meets Anaral, a Native American girl; Karralys, a druid banished from Britain for his progressive thinking; and Tav, a handsome warrior who accompanied the druid to their new land. Polly travels back and forth between the two worlds, and eventually her purpose becomes clear: with the aid of her new friends she forges peace between two clashing tribes, and helps Zachary Gray (also from A House Like a Lotus ), a self-centered but very ill young man. The story is laced together with L'Engle's now-familiar theme of the transcendent importance of love. This fine fantasy, firmly rooted in reality, is the kind of thoughtful story at which L'Engle excels. Ages 12-up. (Oct.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved

School Library Journal Review

Gr 6 Up-In the fifth title (Farrar, 1989) in Madeleine L'Engle's Time Quintet, Polly is visiting her scientist grandparents to recover from the death of a close friend. She becomes involved in a local retired bishop's adventures and is taken back in time 3,000 years to the world of druids, Native Americans, and ancient hostilities. The gate between the circles of time closes on Polly and Zach, who has serious health issues and hopes to find an ancient healer. The pace of the story is slow until Polly becomes an important member of the ancient community of the People of the Wind, a group whose successful agricultural settlement is raided by the people across the lake who suffer from a lack of rain and starvation. When Polly is mistaken for a goddess and must face death so that others might live, narrator Ann Marie Lee picks up the pace and suggests both the urgency of the situation and the strong feelings of the ancient people who have come to love Polly. There are many discussions about the role of science and religion, the meaning of the death of Jesus, and human sacrifice as a form of capital punishment. This adventure-fantasy also looks at friendship, death, and community from a theological point of view. Lee skillfully captures Polly's independent spirit, quizzical nature, and indignation at human cruelties.-Edith Ching, Washington Latin Public Charter School, DC (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

Horn Book Review

Fiction: F Age: 7-8 This fantasy time-slip adventure is meant to illuminate the Crucifixion, but it only succeeds in sounding like an intellectual religious tract. Polly, the heroine, is too good to be true, and the pretentious mix of high thinking, Ogam stones, druids, human sacrifice, and Mother goddesses does not carry conviction. For L'Engle fans only. Horn Rating: Marginal, seriously flawed, but with some redeeming quality. (c) Copyright 2010. The Horn Book, Inc., a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

Kirkus Book Review

Polly O'Keefe, back for another adventure, is called into the prehistory of the druids. Polly's first autumn at her grandparents' Connecticut country home is glorious and peaceful. But when she takes daily strolls as breaks from her studies, even openminded Polly is nonplussed by three people she spots--especially when she learns that they date from 3,000 years ago: exotic Anaral, majestic Karalys, and warrior Ta, who intrigues Polly as no other young man ever has. Soon she crosses the ""time gate"" into the pagan past, where she eventually takes part in a territorial dispute. Polly's friend Zachary, desperate for a cure for his heart disease, accompanies her and--once again in a L'Engle story--love's redemptive power sets crucial events in motion after Zach surrenders Polly to a blood sacrifice to secure his own healing. L'Engle is still an able practitioner of time travel, yet even she seems to be wearying of the many explanations and logical twists required for suspension of disbelief--and/or belief--and the ""tesseract."" Here, the conceptual feats aren't quite so original, invigorating, or accessible. But her storytelling skill (a blend of practiced writing and theological roving) will carry even nonbelievers along while--in her attempt to reconcile pagan with Christian belief--the notion that Christ existed long before the historical Jesus is superbly debated. Copyright ©Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.