Beverly Clearly. Ayn Rand. Dr. Seuss. John Grisham.
I used to read these authors’ books voraciously as a child, and although its been years since I’ve read their books, the mention of their names always rekindles warm memories of my youth and the delightful tales that these writers spun and wove. So I was sadden by the news today that author Madeleine L’Engle–the brilliant mind behind “Wrinkle in Time” (Ah, yea. You know wat I’m talking about! Wrinkle in Time was the shit!) passed away today at the age of 88. She possessed quite an imagination. If you haven’t read “Wrinkle in Time” then do so. It’s a story that’s accessible to adults and children alike.
I’m currently drinking a Michelob Ultra, yup Ultra (Counting them crows, and by crows I mean calories), in her honor, memory, and literary gangsterness. Whatever you’re drinking right now, pour one out for L’Engle.
Update: Apparently I’m not the only one that considers her passing big news: