We'll always have Dalemark I: Drowned Ammet

Unlike the people whose memories of Diana Wynne Jones I've been reading since the weekend, I have no personal connection with her. I never met her, and her books didn't change my life (by the time Wilkin's Tooth was published, I was already in my 20s). But for almost 40 years I've been following her, reading and re-reading, loving some of the books more than others and never less than enjoying them (well, I was a bit baffled by Changeover, which I found in Newcastle Library while trawling the adult shelves in the hope that A Tale of Time City might have ended up there - but I think that's fair enough). I'm going to miss her. Luckily, the books are still here, and she is immensely re-readable. And I have been promising myself a re-reading of the Dalemark Quartet for a very long time - quite possibly since I first read The Crown of Dalemark, which would make it not a re-reading but a first reading of the quartet as a whole.

( Such things are inevitably spoilerish. Pass the cut at your own risk )

And it's late, but if I go to bed now there might just be time for a chapter of Cart and Cwidder.