Last week came the news, which gave me a slight shock, that Jan Ormerod has died. We loved her two books, Sunshine and Moonlight. I read them to numerous children before I had my own, and then read them to mine, over and over: our copies are worn out. The frames that follow this alarm clock one are brilliant, and form a very enduring sort of model in my mind, which comes into play whenever I find myself doing this:
I never realised Jan Ormerod was so young – only 66, now, which means she made these books when she really was young. It highlights how we take the work someone has produced, love it for itself, and often forget to ask about the person who made it.
Rest in peace, Jan Ormerod. And thank you!