The first time I ran into an author falling in love with her character was Katherine Kurtz and King Kelson.
The first time I remember running into this was with Dorothy Sayers and Lord Peter. When we meet Harriet Vane, the Oxford educated, brunette, alto, mystery writer who got him? Possibly not that dissimilar to the Oxford educated, brunette, alto, mystery writer who invented him. Not that I begrudge her the fictional happy ending. I'm just sayin'.
Acting as the angel of death for this thread, I just heard that Stanislaw Lem passed away.
If you're the angel of death, did you kill him? And if so, can I interest you in some other promising candidates?
One two three...white cocksuckahs.
We don't have pigs, so must muddle through as far as...uh, disposal, but...
If you're the angel of death, did you kill him? And if so, can I interest you in some other promising candidates?
More to the point is whether there's a planet out there that will unexpectedly bring him back.
I got so tired of Harriet Vane feeling so guilty for being innocent. Margery Allingham's characters hold up over time a whole lot better.
Tanith Lee has amazing prose style, and I will hear no (okay, I'll hear it, but crankily) criticism of her best work.
I have no idea if I've read her best work. I just know that in everything of hers that I've read (and enjoyed, don't get me wrong), there's a sudden surprising twist! or three within the last ten pages.
I have an HP question.
At the end of GoF, he waits for horseless carriages.
At the beginning of OotP, he can see the thestrals.
Was Cedric more dead at the beginning of the term than the end and that's why he could see them? Or did JK pull the thestrals out of her English ass to have Harry have something in common with Luna?