Yesterday, the world of readers lost a great one.
Ann McCaffrey, author of way too many good and great books, died of a stroke at home yesterday. She was 85, and her family says she went quickly, and without pain.
For those of us who read Anne's books, she was a writer with imagination and wit, who really didn't see any great need for blowing shit up - she preferred civilization and culture and discussion.
For the lucky few of us who had the chance to meet Anne, she was a generous, imaginative and sweet woman with a talent for words and music, and a warm heart... and an acid tongue for the overtly stupid.
She will be greatly missed.