Rest in Peace, Diana Wynne Jones. You shone like a star. The funniest, wisest, writer & the finest friend. I miss you. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diana_Wynne_Jones
I find it hard to articulate how sad this makes me. Her books were part of my teenage years. I discovered her by stumbling on A Sudden Wild Magic in the library, and read everything by her that I could get my hands on. If I'd come upon them earlier, or read them more times, they could easily have become among the books that rebuild my personality and worldview upon re-reading. The magic she described caught my interest in a very particular way that not very many of the swords-and-sorcery epics manage.
When you come again to the place that was home, you will find that you've been gone too long, and it has become strange: time marches past and leaves no landscape untouched, and you must adjust to it. It will never again be the home you remember, but maybe you too have changed to something the land may not recognize. The land of my childhood is forever changed by her passing. Go on, go read The Homeward Bounders, what are you waiting for?
I will never look at a book of matches quite the same again. Nor at a fiddle, nor at a cat with slightly wood-grained markings. Nor a conga line. Nor a convention.
Deep Secret is one of my go-to books for "Conventions are sometimes weird, you guys."
Read Howl's Moving Castle. Watch it, too.
Her books may not be for everyone, but they were for me. I know I won't miss her half as much as the people who actually knew her, or the people who read her books and found that they occupied a holy place in their hearts. But damn, I miss her already.