OMG WHAT?!

Okay, yes, there has been a lot going on, but not so much that I ever should have missed this.

DIANA WYNNE JONES DIED?!

I found out by reading this, and quickly followed by reading this.  I feel like Meredith in Grey's Anatomy wailing in the elevator, "what the hell is going on?"  Howl's Moving Castle is one of my favorite books of all time.  The woman was just a grand master of accessible, beautiful fantasy with an easy sense of humor and likable, flawed protagonists.  Honestly i just feel like curling up in a ball and reading her entire collected works for like a month.

the funny thing about authors, and writing, is that as soon as that book is out of your hands, it's a non-evil horcrux.  a piece of your soul will go on living forever.  that part of you can be perpetually discovered, beloved, and treasured, which might actually be the true definition of living.  and yet losing an author feels like a horrible blow.  maybe it's because it kind of feels like any author that dies takes with them the unwritten potential of more beloved books, maybe it just reminds me how much I want to do before I go anywhere, but it's really pretty upsetting.

i had a piece of her in my home.  and she left me.