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Of course you are just such a fan. Sometimes that phrase, the Limpopo River one, pops into my head at the most inappropriate times. (Maybe more on that another time.) I read those stories to my children so often I memorized vast swathes of them, and would recite to them as I drove to until they fell asleep.

And how can you know about authors? How do I say I read that person? I guess it’s easier now than it used to be, the interwebs and all. I keep winnowing down, in my mind. I think it’s Neil Gaiman and Ursula Le Guin left. And Pliny the Elder, of course.