Dear Diana Wynne Jones,
I knew you were going to die. I remember realizing when I read that you had stopped treatment that one day I would also be reading an article about your death. These thoughts, which terrified me and filled me with overwhelming sorrow at the time, could never have prepared me for that sudden drop of my heart straight through my chest when I read news of your ending. Like beloved books that we’ve finished, your fans will clutch your memory to their chests and sigh with wonder and delight of the world they had just visited–a world you gave them. Whenever we want to bring you back to life, we need only visit our bookshelves and read your words again. May you forever be read to children at night, aloud to classes and be cherished in every way. You are adored.