Never heard of her.
But I'm always liberal with my R.I.P's.
So.
R.I.P.
Then in a thread where folks are sharing their sincere sadness, thank you for pissing in the pool of heartfelt tears.
I remember the teacher reading us a chapter of WRINKLE IN TIME too everyday after lunch recess. Loved that time and looked forward to each new part of the story.
A WRINKLE IN TIME was the first book where I realized that there are writers who create universes of the Imagination, from nothing ... and wondered if I too might do that someday. Opened up great possibilities, that book.
And the evil that only wants to "X" created things out into non-existence ... that was my first grasp at nihilism, and the first time I realized: some folks are so empty inside themselves (except for poison and corruption, cynicism and mocking) that -- instead of reaching out to fill themselves with true wonders and wisdom -- they'd rather pollute and destroy the wonders and wisdoms of those who possess them.
Sour grapes indeed. Sourer souls.