Missing Madeleine

I just saw the news that Madeleine L'Engle has died. I absolutely devoured her books, starting at about 10 years old. I can't imagine having made it through Jr. High and High School without them - they made me feel OK about not fitting in, and helped me to think big thoughts about big stuff: morality, love, death, religion. I still go back and reread her stuff occasionally, and I look forward to passing the books along to the Hatchling when she gets old enough. L'Engle lived a long, fruitful, interesting life and I imagine she was ready to meet her maker. But I sure am grateful she leaves behind such a large body of work.

(cross-posted at the Snarky Squab)