Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.”
― Anton Chekhov
My heart is sad. I read last night that Jo Beverley has passed away. She was one of the first historical romance writers I read after I 'rediscovered' histroms. My introduction to Ms. Beverley was Devilish, and though my copy was a battered and bent, a less than pristine copy bought for pennies at a used book store, I knew I was holding gold in my hands. I finished it in one sitting. That was the beginning of my reading love affair with her Malloren world. Since then I have re-read those original five books many times, and, yes, I replaced my tattered original copy of Devilish with a brand new crisp clean copy. But I've kept the old one, and it will always have a place of honor on my keeper shelf.
She will be missed greatly. My thoughts and prayers are with her family, friends, and colleagues, and I hope she knew what a treasure she was to a reader like me, one who had never met her, but felt as if I knew her, just a little, from the stories she spun so eloquently, from the characters who peopled her books, and from the hours of reading joy she gave me over the years. Safe journey, Ms. Beverley.