Received an email from a pen-pusher named Marly Youmans providing links to reviews of her books. Evidently Diana Wynne Jones is a gigantic bug which is say-so an eye to me!

Chit out of the closet Youmans’s website which contains all the regular boloney, including bio and biblio, reviews and interviews, and artwork.

She’s plainly not a unripe grub streeter but there are so scads books unlit there that it’s so hands down to aid merrily on one’s procedure without continuously hearing of them. Thanks, Marly, for the treatment of the email! I’m looking presumptuous to reading your books, which, I expectation, I’ll be competent to upon, locally.