I have been remiss in posting these past two months and for that, I apologize. From here on out, I hope to have at least a post a week, be it small or large. In any event, that is not why I’m posting today. I’m posting here to talk about the loss of a real ground-breaking Fantasy writer: Anne McCaffrey.

When I was just learning to read, I hated it. I absolutely hated it. It was hard and not fun. Getting me to practice my reading was like pulling teeth. With all of the books I currently have in my room and all of the books in my house, it’s probably an astonishing thing to know about me. What can I say? I was a kid, reading was new, and it was a challenge I just didn’t want to tackle.

I was seven when Mom handed me Dragonsong by Anne McCaffrey. I remember initially complaining about having this big (by my standards at the time) book to read. Then, I began reading it. It was like someone turned a switch on in my brain and I finally realized what all the fuss was about. There was something about Pern that drew me in. I loved reading about Menolly’s journey and about the fire lizards. Sure, there was subtext that I didn’t get, but it didn’t matter at the time. I found a book I loved to read and that opened the gates to the flood of books I have read since.

Admittedly, I’ve not read very many of McCaffrey’s books since. They were always on my “To Read” pile and I just never got around to them. Now that she’s gone, perhaps I will renew my attempt. Still, I will forever be grateful to her for plowing into a field dominated by men and helping pave the way for other female writers of Fantasy and Sci-fi. More importantly, I owe her a debt that I can never repay for opening my eyes and mind to the beauty of reading and the worlds to which I could fly.

Thank you, Ms. McCaffrey.