...and by two others that Jean Craighead George just died, and so like everyone else who ever dreamed of living in the wilderness between the ages of eight and whenever, I am rather sad.
Damn. This is the first I've heard. Her memory for a blessing.
I'm rather sad as well.*
ETA: I feel annoyed with myself for missing her obituary in the NYT, but I suppose maybe I hadn't got round to the obituaries yet.
My mother hadn't heard, either. She says that she met JCG at a children's literature conference at OSU, back in the nineties when she was a school librarian. It was probably when I was already away at college, but I'm surprised that I'd not remembered her telling me about it back then.
*I started to write "I, too, am rather sad", but remembered the unfelicitous association just in time.
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Damn. This is the first I've heard. Her memory for a blessing.
I'm rather sad as well.*
ETA: I feel annoyed with myself for missing her obituary in the NYT, but I suppose maybe I hadn't got round to the obituaries yet.
My mother hadn't heard, either. She says that she met JCG at a children's literature conference at OSU, back in the nineties when she was a school librarian. It was probably when I was already away at college, but I'm surprised that I'd not remembered her telling me about it back then.
*I started to write "I, too, am rather sad", but remembered the unfelicitous association just in time.