Diana Wynne Jones is a clever madwoman, or a mad clever woman. Her ideas about fiction and writing seem to run deeper than muscle tissue and marrow. Here she dissected many works of fantasy and fiction, and sometimes (I'm embarrassed to admit) I couldn't keep up with her. I could tell, though, that it's probably because I've been thinking like a grown-up for too long. I also could tell that, from reading these essays and speeches, that I would have liked to have known her. Perhaps I can get her ghost to haunt my library some day.