I got Madeleine L'Engle's A Wind in the Door through BookMooch: exchange books and trade them, like a book swap or book barter and was completely unimpressed with it.

I liked Wrinkle and Swiftly Turning Planet well enough, but Wind in the Door seems terribly predictable, and obsessed over the fractal view of existence. Perhaps if I had read it when I was younger I would've at least had the happiness that comes with nostalgia in these cases