Excuse my while I patch this hole where my heart used to be...

Several years ago--way back in intermediate, in fact (was it first or second form; I can't remember), pandoras_evil_t told me she read this awesome book called So You Want To Be A Wizard. However, I missed getting to read it since the librarians took it away to fix the cover (she didn't ruin it, but it was in shoddy condition and couldn't wait 'til after I read it). The next three in the series were on the shelves, and I rather ticked her off when I promptly grabbed them before she could. And so I dsicovered Diane Duane's Young Wizard series, loved it, never got the chance to read the first book, and didn't see the books in stores to add to my collection...

Until some fine day up in Poulsbo, when I was 16 or 17. I was pretty psyched when I saw them. It was like seeing an old friend after a long absense, when you never expected to see them ever again. And yet, here these books were...and there were more to the series! Books unread! A travesty. So here and there, when I could, I got around to acquiring books of the series. I don't have them all, yet, but I will. It doesn't matter to me that these are for "young adults." That just means I can read them in half a day, when I have half a day to spare.

And that, I thought, was that. Just keep my eye out for new ones in the series. If I couldn't wait for them to come out in paperback, I could at least borrow from the library to satisfy my mind, temporarily. Well... that's not where it ends. Yesterday, I was reading through the comments of metaquotes or overheardnyc, it doesn't matter which, when someone referred to dduane in their comments.

"No," I thought. "It can't be."

Oh yes it can. One of my favourite authors has an El Jay. Yes, I did add her to my f-list. I've managed not to behave in a fangirly manner, which I think shan't be too hard. Years of reading fanfiction has kept me from oversqueeing. Although you will find that on occasion I'll still breakdown and squee. But most times I can contain it.

Several days ago I found out via officialgaiman about the death of John M. Ford. I've not actually read anything he's written, err, besides the hilarious email Gneil posted in his blog along with the news. Kinda tore me up to read something so funny, and then know there's not going to be anything more. Then, today, I found the entry Diane Duane posted which kinda tore me up in a whole new way.

Fin.