Julia was the most generous of writers. She lavished her gifts on all of us. And those gifts seemed endless — her words, her humour, her music, her intelligence and her courage. She taught us a new way to rage against the dying of the light, a way that often involved sticking our tongues out and making rude faces. Her writing made me laugh and cry. Her presence lit up the room. Today I feel sad and angry, but also hugely grateful to have known her.