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Diana Wynne Jones is dead.
I find myself strangely affected -- I say strangely only because I didn't know her, except by reputation. I've only read one of her books.
What it feels like -- and this is a strange feeling -- is as if I had been, in the back of my mind, ever since I read Howl's Moving Castle, feeling as though she were someone I was going to meet. Like, definitive plans, somewhere down the road, when I was a published author, and I could go up, casually, and say:
"You know, it was important to me, seeing the world the way you wrote it if only for a little while. Thank you, thank you so much for that."
And now it feels like there's some sort of hole in my future.
I can only imagine how those who actually knew her are feeling right now.
I find myself strangely affected -- I say strangely only because I didn't know her, except by reputation. I've only read one of her books.
What it feels like -- and this is a strange feeling -- is as if I had been, in the back of my mind, ever since I read Howl's Moving Castle, feeling as though she were someone I was going to meet. Like, definitive plans, somewhere down the road, when I was a published author, and I could go up, casually, and say:
"You know, it was important to me, seeing the world the way you wrote it if only for a little while. Thank you, thank you so much for that."
And now it feels like there's some sort of hole in my future.
I can only imagine how those who actually knew her are feeling right now.