I have received a rejection for Kilea from an agent whose represented the author of a book I admired. Ah, momentary pause for sadness and reflection.
I had sent her a partial, but it did not live up to my cover letter premise for her. I understand, and like every other author, try to keep my head up when someone does not care for Kilea. I don’t love or even like every book I read. I doubt there is anyone who loves everything they read.
Although I believe it would be a fun life for them, bursting at the seams with epiphanies:
“Wow, this treatise on hammer pressure in relation to depth of nail implantation is soooo intriguing!”
“Did you know this cereal has iron and foliates in it? Iron! I had no idea…”
But people have preferences and while I envy the joy of the person above, totally indiscriminate love of words in arrangement verges on the deviant.
Imagine them wandering the library of Babel forever in ecstasy…