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02 April 2011 @ 10:51 pm
Despite the two alarmingly large assignments that are looming on the not-so-distance horizon and the fact that it's been nearly a week now, I can't seem to get anything done on account of being so horribly and desperately sad. My attempts at study are continuously disrupted by unexpected bouts of crying – probably because I keep allowing myself to read the constant flow of emails from the Diana Wynne Jones mailing list, which are full of wonderful, hilarious, heart-warming memories about the woman whose magical words and dizzying, fabulous stories meant so much to us.

It seems stupid to tell people that I'm grieving for an author who I've never met, but it's impossible to explain to somebody who hasn't spent their whole lives desperately waiting for the next Chrestomanci or Howl book just how much joy and inspiration an old lady with unruly grey hair and a wicked sense of humour has brought to my life.

Not to mention the fact that she died on my 21st birthday.

I'd like to write something more substantial about why Diana Wynne Jones is my favourite author, but I don't think I'm quite up to it yet. So, for now, I'm going to curl up in bed and re-read for the hundredth time the book that started it all eleven years ago: Charmed Life.
Current Mood: sadsad