Today is my birthday. I was born June 2, 1984. I am now 31 years old. Phew, where does the time fly? But I’m posting today not because I’m announcing my birthday but because today is special to me for another reason – a much sadder reason.
R.I.P. DAVID EDDINGS July 7, 1931 – June 2, 2009
Yep, today is the passing of my favorite author David Eddings, who died the day I turned 25.
I’m sure we’ve all been there. We all enjoy reading. We have our favorite books. And then there are those books that actually mean something. They are just something a little bit more. And maybe because we read them in a time of our lives was just especially hard. Like a friend, they were there for us.
David Eddings’ Belgariad and Mallorean series was that for me. Particularly Polgara the Sorceress. I read that thick volume ten times through until the cover was nearly falling off. Later Redemption of Althalus came to my rescue.
If there was one thing Eddings taught me I feel it was the most important lesson of all for a young inspiring author. It’s not the story that matters the most. Oh, yes, it is incredibly important, but lets be real. When broken down to their core, all storylines are the same. It’s the characters that are most important. Eddings taught me that wonderful lesson and it’s one I will always continue to live by. I don’t remember Eddings’ books for their stories, but for the characters.
They were stories that I cried at the end not because the endings were tragic, but because I would not get to read about those characters ever again. I was saying good-bye to very, very fond friends.
Thank you so much, Eddings. What a tragedy that I never got the chance to meet you person-to-person, face-to-face, to shake your hand.
And to my readers, please feel free to comment below. Let me know the names of your favorite authors, living or dead, and feel free to leave a few words about why they are so important to you. Our favorite authors are truly wonderful people ❤