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akujunkanBecause I'm too lazy to use the edit function.
It's always a shock to discover that a favorite author has died, especially when her books were so important to you and you can remember the night you first bought them and cracked them open in the restaurant, and every moment after when you read them. Then you think that this all took place over a decade ago, and then you realise that there aren't going to be any more books by this author, ever, no more chances to relive the exhiliration of realising you've just bought a really great read.
I don't know anything about this author, aside from the fact that I adored her books and now she's dead. It's a strange feeling in the post-rock star world, where one's supposed to know everything about anyone who means anything to you. But, I like not having known anything about this person.
That will be all.
It's always a shock to discover that a favorite author has died, especially when her books were so important to you and you can remember the night you first bought them and cracked them open in the restaurant, and every moment after when you read them. Then you think that this all took place over a decade ago, and then you realise that there aren't going to be any more books by this author, ever, no more chances to relive the exhiliration of realising you've just bought a really great read.
I don't know anything about this author, aside from the fact that I adored her books and now she's dead. It's a strange feeling in the post-rock star world, where one's supposed to know everything about anyone who means anything to you. But, I like not having known anything about this person.
That will be all.
