Last month was Ursula Le Guin's eightieth birthday (and the fortieth anniversary of the publication of The Left Hand of Darkness). I've read science fiction ever since I was a little girl. From the heart-breaking tenderness of Rocannon's World, to the gender-bending Left Hand of Darkness, through the personally politically transforming The Dispossessed (the part where she pees on the statue still inspires me), all the way up to just last year with Lavinia - one of the best books I've ever read - Le Guin has been with me most of my reading life.
Happy birthday, Ms. Le Guin, and thank you.