Diana Wynne Jones, 1938. "This photograph is one my husband particularly values. Its battered condition is because he always carries it in his wallet."
Wynne-Jones’ own bio is on her Chrestomanci Castle website, which is where I found the photo of her as a child.
Addit: Neil Gaiman was one of those called to her bedside in the last days, and has written a tribute.
Categories: arts & entertainment, Life
In memoriam: Diana Rigg 
100 books by women in 2016 
Sunday Poetry: Agendas by Elaine Gallagher 
Vale David Bowie 
Hoyden About Town 
Marvellous obituary from Christopher Priest.
Oh no! 😦
Oh, what a Hoyden, she! And what characters she created, wonderful and flawed. About 10 years ago, I was chatting with an acquaintance I’d made on a Buffy the Vampire Slayer bulletin board. I knew she was in England and I asked what she was up to the next day.
She said, “Oh, I’m going somewhere no one’s ever heard of for an event no one’s ever heard of.”
I laughed and asked where and what. She replied that she was going on the London Eye as part of National Book Day with one of the authors she worked with for her company. I asked who the author was, and she said, “Oh, a wonderful young adult author, but you’re unlikely to know her work: Diana Wynne Jones.”
I replied, “The silken skin of his back!”
She replied, “Sentimental Drivel!”
It’s not exaggerating to say that DWJ is partly responsible for my making it out of adolescence even remotely sane. Over the last 10 years, I’ve rediscovered the I’d read and reread and discovered things of hers I hadn’t known existed. I’m not one to get emotional over “celebrity” deaths, but I’ve been misty since I read the news.
Is so sad. I adore her books and have every single one of them, and regularly re-read them. They stand up so well to adult re-reading.