I started an internship at a literary agency today.
I really love it, but I kind of have to laugh at how much immediate power is given to interns. We’re the ones reading slush, so we’re the ones deciding if a manuscript will ever be read by the agency. And if we decide it will, we read it first.
(For the record, some queries are as ridiculous as the ones you hear about. One of my subject lines today was “The best children’s book ever.”)