I am sorry to hear the news of the death of Margaret Forster today. As I said in this post about her last book My Life in Houses (which I strongly recommend), I have long admired her work, and she was a good, solid writer.
Her husband Hunter Davies is reported as saying that she was never interested in publicity or money: "She had an agreement with her publisher not to do literary lunches or do any broadcasting, and she actually didn't care whether the books were published or not. Her fun was in writing them and if the publisher didn't want to publish it, so what? She'd move on to the next one."
A rare and refreshing attitude.