"I have lost a treasure, such a sister, such a friend as never can have been surpassed. She was the sun of my life, the gilder of every pleasure, the soother of every sorrow; I had not a thought concealed from her, and it is as if I had lost a part of myself."
Cassandra Austen's words always break my heart a little. On this day exactly 200 years ago, my favorite author died at the age of 41, at the very horizon of her success. I couldn't let the day pass without writing a few lines of commemoration on this poor, neglected blog. I will never cease to wonder what other marvelous stories would be in existence had she lived as long as many of her family members did. Her own mother outlived her! It seems a cruel twist of fate, but I am so glad for the six novels and various other writings she left behind for countless generations to enjoy. If she only could see what an impact she has made on the world!