My uncle was trying to nurture my love of reading, so he gave me a couple of books from a second hand store– one of them was this one:
(sorry the picture isn’t very big)
I was entranced. I read it until it fell to pieces, read every one of the books I could lay hands on, and I still can recite the poem. (The little queen all golden…) I still get teary-eyed thinking about the Masterharper’s death. I moved on to other books of hers, some that I liked, some that I didn’t, and on to other authors…but that book was special, and not just because my favorite uncle wanted me to read it.
I know that the last several years, all the books with her name that I’ve seen have had her son’s name on them as well, and I recently saw a Pern book with only his name. I knew she was quite old, and probably not in the best of health.
She’s moved on. Anne McCaffery is dead. At home, “shortly after a stroke.”
May she rest in peace.