I love you.
You are the only one who believes in my novel, which you eloquently described as a Bridget Jones meets Mr. Darcy in space and then eats him. No-one else, not even my critique partner and beta-readers, warmed to it. Why couldn't they understand that had Jane Austen been alive today, Mr. Darcy would have ended up as nothing more than a tasty main course? One of them described it as 'the most offensive thing she'd ever read.' But you got it, dear agent, and that is why I love you.
Whilst I am emailing, I wanted to let you know my idea for the cover. I know Does Mr. Darcy Taste Better In Space? is more horror than Chick-lit, but I think we need to promote the Bridget Jones angle and make the cover as girl friendly as possible. We could have glitter encrusted stars and a pink spaceship. Let me know what you think.
Well, that is it for the moment. Please, please reply to this email, and include your postal address if possible. And your full name. I know it's only a minor thing but I need to know who's representing me.
Love you always,
I. N. Sane
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