I am always for authors wrecking emotional havoc on their readers by killing major characters and even main characters.
…and then it happens and most of the line all I want to do is scream “WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DO THAT?!”
Books live at my house. They go from room to room and lounge on various pieces of furniture. They go to work and to the store with us. They sit at the kitchen table. They ride in the car and fly in planes with us. They live with us and pay rent in fantasy.
People who give books as gifts are my favorite people. Because they are actually looking at a story or have read a story and want you to enjoy it too or think that you would like it. I don’t know why I just think it’s really special and it makes me happy.