You like me, you really, really like me

Agent #2 passed on the project. I'm actually okay with that, for a kind of backward reason. The woman I knew who had her as an agent wrote a truly terrible book. Now, I know I've decided never to be a book snob again, but this thing really wasn't good. It was a young adult book, and she told me that she never planned to write YA, but she thought it would be easy since it's just "dumbed down" adult lit. That's a huge pet peeve of mine, since good YA lit is it's own important, if undervalued, genre. Of course, it's not her agent's fault that she feels this way, but somehow I always connected the two of them in my mind.

Of course, when I think about it, that should make it worse that she turned me down. She supported the author of an almost unreadable book (really, this thing sucked) but she doesn't want me. And then there's the fact that she must be damn gifted to get that thing to publication. Yup, now I feel like crap.

Here's the thing though, I really do see this like dating. It's all about finding a good match, and as with on-line dating, sometimes you don't get past that initial first impression.