I can't tell you really how sad I am that Diana Wynne Jones has died. While I know it's her books that have been such a big part of my life, I can't help feeling that she has been part of my life too.
Neil Gaiman, who clearly was dearly loved and loving friend of DWJ, has written here.
The Guardian's obituary is here.
And this comment from Robin McKinley, that this is not the same world without DWJ in it. That describes exactly how I have been feeling.
I feel that something of Sophie's or Cat's future is gone. I feel like something of my past has gone.
Mostly I feel like the world has not stopped enough to notice this terrible thing that has happened.
And I'm so grateful that someone wrote books that were so perfectly what I wanted from a book, so many times and in so many ways.
Edited 29 March to add a link to Farah Mendlesohn's words, including a comment that 'Diana had not just grown fans, she had grown writers.'