Ursula

It was 1989, and I was twelve.

Ursula at a bookstore Q&A, New Mexico, 2004.

I can still smell the dust that coated that corner of the classroom–the corner that served as the reading nook, a corner few (other than me) ventured into voluntarily. Yet that corner was a home to me as we read A Bridge to Terabithia and other books my 6th grade year. It was also the year I picked up A Wizard of Earthsea by Ursula K. Le Guin by complete accident and fell madly and deeply in love with this fantasy wor...