In the midst of the madness that is the Edinburgh book festival, I remember Siobhan Dowd, who died this day ten years ago.
Without her there might well not have been a Bookwitch such as you know today. I might not have a book festival to be grumpy about, because it makes me tired, even when it’s such fun.
I have said this before, but must say it again; Siobhan introduced me to so many marvellous people in the book world, and the rings on the water keep spreading.
We never met. At the time I expected we would, even when I learned that she had cancer. She looked so well in photographs. She ‘sounded’ chirpy in emails. There would surely be time.
Thank you, Siobhan, for the books, and for the many friendships you caused.
(Photos by Geoff Morgan, Siobhan’s husband, of her and her very good friend Helen Graves.)