Lloyd Alexander
May. 18th, 2007 07:37 amAccording to PW Bookshelf, Lloyd Alexander died yesterday at the age of 83.
Not that I didn't love reading before, but I feel deeper in love the summer I was 12 and we visited my relatives in Idaho. That meant a break from our library trips. We had nothing to read. My mother called my aunt, and a few moments later we were plumbing the shelves of my cousins' rooms.
"This one," they said, handing over The Book of Three. "Here, take the whole series."
We staggered down the farm road back to my grandparents' house with our arms full of books. We read them all, but the ones we kept coming back to were the Prydain ones. I think I ended up reading everything he had in print after that. And tried to trace my Welsh genealogy. And even requested--and took--and class in Welsh with my similarly-afflicted college roommate. And the number of books I read because of his is immeasureable.
Thanks, Lloyd. We'll miss you.
Not that I didn't love reading before, but I feel deeper in love the summer I was 12 and we visited my relatives in Idaho. That meant a break from our library trips. We had nothing to read. My mother called my aunt, and a few moments later we were plumbing the shelves of my cousins' rooms.
"This one," they said, handing over The Book of Three. "Here, take the whole series."
We staggered down the farm road back to my grandparents' house with our arms full of books. We read them all, but the ones we kept coming back to were the Prydain ones. I think I ended up reading everything he had in print after that. And tried to trace my Welsh genealogy. And even requested--and took--and class in Welsh with my similarly-afflicted college roommate. And the number of books I read because of his is immeasureable.
Thanks, Lloyd. We'll miss you.