There are no words to express how I felt yesterday morning when I read of the passing of Brian Jacques over the weekend. He was, and remains, one of my favorite authors; his books consistently ranked among my favorites, a list that changed much over the years. Shock did not begin to describe how I felt, nor sorrow. How can you describe adequately the death of someone you never met, someone who nonetheless had such an impact on one's life that it was almost like losing a beloved member of the family? I was introduced to Brian Jacques' work when I was in sixth grade when my grandmother gave me a copy of Pearls of Lutra for my birthday, thinking that it seemed like the kind of book I read. I don't recall enough of what I actually read to say whether it was true or not, but I remember how I thought she was mistaken, that I didn't read the sort of book where animals were main characters. If it was a mistake, it was one of the happiest mistakes of my life! Upon reading Lut...
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