I don't often feel a strong emotion when a famous person dies, but this one got me. The beauty in her books is staggering, I read them with no preconceptions (which is often hard to do with famous books) and was completely blown away. As pure literature divorced from any reality they'd still be all-time great works, and their connection to the real experience of black people in America raises them to even greater heights.

From everything I have read she was a wonderful person aside from her writing. Thoughtful and careful, influential without being loud.

I think the world will miss her, and we will always have her words.