Diana Wynne Jones has died. She leaves a legacy of great books, including Howl's Moving Castle, one of my favourites.
The Guardian has a very good obituary and it made me grin:
"She was amused by the considerable academic attention her work attracted; reading in one paper that her work was 'rooted in fluidity', she remarked: 'Obviously hydroponic, probably a lettuce, possibly a cabbage.'"
I love how authors often view academic criticism of their work. It's a good reminder to academics not to take themselves quite so seriously.
I was also delighted to learn something new as I read Neil Gaiman's blog post: "she told me once that the young Chrestomanci in The Lives of Christopher Chant was sort of based on me too." I did not know that. I'm tempted to break that book out again now.
The strength of a great author is in how their legacy continues to make you smile.