In case you haven't heard already, John Updike, Pulitzer prize-winning novelist and short story writer, passed away yesterday. He was 76 and had been battling lung cancer.
I always feel a little guilty when a major writer dies and I don't go prostrate with grief. Like Kurt Vonnegut died a couple of years ago. I'm all about the books. Shouldn't I feel something?
Of course, I would freak my brain out if JK Rowling died. She'll just have to live forever.