on happy(!) surprises

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In the last few weeks I've had a whole bunch of crap going on (some of it rather closer to my life to other bits) that's been some combination of appalling, distressing, awful, and at the very least intensely distracting.

I'm not writing about any of that. I'm writing about this, which I didn't know about until a few minutes ago, because writing about relatively happy things is so much easier:



Diana Wynne Jones left behind a manuscript, since completed (apparently quite competently) by her sister, with the book published a few months ago. This seems to have been a happy surprise for more than just me, so I thought I'd warble about it, so there you go.

Also it has a cat on it.