I mourn Umberto Eco for two reasons. One, he authored one of my favorite books in high school: The Name of the Rose. Two, he was an important scholar in the field of semiotics (the study of signs in language, an important field to know when studying film).
I was introduced to The Name of the Rose by my AP Latin teacher my senior year of high school. The book intrigued me because it centered around a massive library full of ancient texts (and being a bookworm, I was drooling at the thought of all those old books). When a monk is mysteriously killed, William of Baskerville and his apprentice Adso of Melk are sent to investigate. Without spoiling too much of the story, William and Adso find the killer, but in the process of trying to apprehend him, the library is lost.
I tried to read some of Eco’s other novels, but The Name of the Rose always remained my favorite (to date I have not yet seen the film adaptation, but I should probably try it sometime).
Rest in peace Umberto Eco.