In 1984, I was seven years old and on a trip to West Palm Beach, Florida to visit my Bubby with my Mom. While there, Mom bought me the novelization of V and V:The Final Battle by A.C. Crispin. It was 403 pages. I remember because I was so proud when I finished it in a month. And then I read it again. And again. There’s no doubt that that book helped inspire me to write so young, which I did, creating countless V stories for Mrs. Freeborn’s english creative writing classes, to the point where I was asked to try writing about something else. I tell you this because today, Ann “A.C.” Crispin, the author of that V novelization, along with countless other sci-fi books, passed away after a long battle with cancer. I would not be who I am without having read that book. I know it. Pretanama, Ann.
