Word came over the Twitter today that beloved author Anne McCaffrey has died at 85. She was one of my absolute favorites growing up, and what’s more I’m currently in the middle of the biggest Dragonriders of Pern-reading binge in the history of dragons. Or binges.
It’s always dangerous to revisit things you loved as a kid—there is the chance they will have gone stale or turned fragile, and then you can never quite recapture that soothing golden glow. But then there are the things that turn out to be even better now that you’ve grown up and gotten around more than you did when you were, say, twelve. And then you feel smart for having such good taste as a kid.
It is my contention that Dragonflight is a classic example of romance as well as sci-fi/fantasy.