Diana Wynne Jones; 1934-2011

[kalichan]

I never met her. But I knew and loved Christopher and Millie and Conrad and Sophie and Howl and Luke and David and Polly and Thomas -- they are among some of my very best friends. They were funny and dark and warm, elegantly written without ever seeming so, in fact -- perfect -- and I am so very, very sad that there are to be no more. (Though thankful that there are so many.)

Sniff.

Also: Fuck Cancer.

I feel I should be more eloquent somehow, but unfortunately I am feeling too sad.