I just read here that David Eddings has died. I know him through his first two series--the Belgariad and the Mallorean, which I started reading when I was about 12. Even though I found his treatment of gender and race vexing, I kept on going, finding the books strangely fascinating and very good escapist reading.
I last read the series a little more than nine years ago, at a time when I badly needed comfort reading that would go on and on and on, making few demands of me as a reader. In the space of two weeks, I had a new baby and brain surgery, in that order, and in the days that followed I found great solace in my Eddings re-read.* I still have all the books...I figure that when I'm about 99 or so, in a nursing home somewhere, they will be just the thing.
So, sigh. RIP David Eddings.
*on my maternity leave with my second child, and with no nasty other things to deal with, I read Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. And then, so help me, I started re-reading the Xanth books. Talk about sexism. I guess I just wasn't in the mood for feminist classics, like The Awakening, or The Yellow Wallpaper.