I did a bad, bad thing tonight. I stayed up all night reading. A published book, no less. And damn, did that feel nice to do.
My parents are in the process of excavating my brother's and mine's old bedrooms at home, in order to turn them into random exercise rooms and such, so they are sorting through all the junk we have kindly left at home for them. (Such good children, aren't we?) Anyway, in the course of her excavations, on Saturday morning, my mother found that I had a Barnes & Noble gift card. An unused B&N gift card, as I found when I checked at the store, later Saturday evening--it contained all of $10. Do you know what $10 buys? It pays for one and a half mass market paperbacks. This is unheard of treasure.
So I promptly purchased KITTY TAKES A HOLIDAY by Carrie Vaughn.
And read it.
And kept reading it.
And discovered, by the very end, that I loved it just as much as the rest of the Kitty books.
I got the chance to meet Carrie Vaughn at Worldcon last year, atlhough I'm not sure she remembers me (I still want the were-alpaca in a more prominent role, if you do remember me!). She's a lovely lady, very fun to hang out with, and I enjoyed getting the chance to talk to her and tell her how much I liked her writing. She's writing urban fantasy or paranormal fantasy or something of the two combined (I'm not in the mood to classify), but whatever genre category you choose to slot it, it's really, really good.
The book sucked me in, kept me going, and didn't let go until the very end.
And this is why I love being a literary agent.
Because when I find books like that in my slush pile, ones that aren't yet published, but which scream out to me that they deserve publication... I know that this is an author I need to sign as a client. And if I get to play just the smallest role in helping to sell the book, and get it out to a wider audience... then count me a fulfilled woman. I like my job. =)