I mean when Mr. Fogelman came in and started referring to Judy Blume as Judy and Maurice Sendak as Maurice, I knew these were the right folks for me. Not to mention that they have a kick-ass view from their mid-Manhattan offices:
Yes, that's the main branch of the New York Public Library down there. I was also happy to discover their building has gargoyles:
Needless to say, the gargoyle thing sealed the deal. Not to mention that Linda Pratt has a head on her shoulders--and it just so happens to be a very smart head. This agent stuff is very exciting news and I am overjoyed about it. Yay!
Then, my day of literary excitement continued when I went to the Donnell Branch of the New York Public Library. This branch has an amazing teen literature center. It is entirely enclosed by glass, has a huge collection of teen books and graphic novels, has all sorts of different couches and seating options, and plays really cool music. It is a teen center than a teen would actually want to go to.
And adults are strictly forbidden.
In fact, when I went in to introduce myself I was flanked by two librarians. One hit me high and the other hit me low. Just before the third dealt her death blow, I screamed out that I was an author for teens and I just wanted to introduce myself. They became much kinder after that (offering me an ice pack to nurse the growing lump on my head), but I kept having flashbacks of that scene from Jurassic Park where the hunter was killed by the three velociraptors. Anyhow, we had a nice chat about teen fiction and then I went upstairs.
Upstairs is the older, dustier and dimmer younger children's collection. The important part of this visit was to see a children's literature icon, Winnie the Pooh. You see, A.A. Milne wrote his book about a bunch of real stuffed animals that were owned by his son who was actually named Christopher Robin. It is an interesting story and you can read about it here.
And here is a photo of the fabled stuffed animals:
You'll see (clockwise from left) Tigger, Roo, Pooh, Eeyore, and little Piglet. That is a first edition of Pooh right there in the middle. Very cool stuff. And underpublicized, I might add. Or maybe I'm such a book nerd that I have delusions that tourists would flock to see this if they knew it was there.
Anyhow, to top off my NYC day of literary excitement I stopped in the young adult section of Borders as I was waiting for my train back to Albany. That section is damn pitiful. It is sandwiched between Religion and the bathroom and is literally smaller than my personal collection of books at home. Shame on you, Borders! Get with the program (consider this warning number one).
But despite the corporate monster stepping on the genre I love, I had a great day of literary excitement and hope it is the beginning of a wonderful relationship with my agent! I'm still not used to saying that!