I just had a flashback to my sophomore year in high school, when my attempt to draw Proginoskes on the chalkboard was interpreted rather poorly by the Driver's Ed teacher as something gynecological in nature. Small wonder I'd forgotten that.I don't think that one can judge this particular book on anything but sheer emotion. It doesn't stand up to any sort of plot analysis, but it's somehow love made visible. One thing I adore about L'Engle is that her female characters are smart and capable and fearless- the adult ones, at least. And the girls all have potential to grow into fabulous confident women. There's an exultant intelligence about these books that I clung to as a kid.