I hear, via sartorias, that Lloyd Alexander has died. His books, particularly the Prydain chronicles, brought me great pleasure as a young teen, and introduced me to the Mabinogion and other Welsh legends. I also always loved the semi-autobiographical My Five Tigers, about his cats. He was a gentle, humane, man, and his books reflect that. It always seems a rite of passage when a figure from your childhood dies - I remember weeping at the news of Tolkien's death. Why we should expect them to live forever, I don't know. On the other hand, he will live on through his books. Long may children read and enjoy his work.