I just read a story in the New York Post about Catherine Banner. She is a 19-year-old Cambridge student that signed a multi-book deal with Random House. Her book, The Eyes of a King, is currently ranked 3,474 on Amazon (Very respectable ranking). She’s being called the next J.K. Rowling.
Are you kidding me? First of all, that is monumentally unfair for Banner. Rowling has sold over 400 million copies worldwide. That’s some awful big shoes to fill. She should be allowed to find her own audience without those kinds of expectations.
Second, I’m the next J.K. Rowling! Just kidding. My books are nothing like the Harry Potter series. I think Banner is getting the comparison because she’s British and her story involves magic, and a parentless boy.
Here’s a particularly annoying part from the NY Post story:
Banner was 14 at the time. She wrote the 435-page story in a year, scribbling with pen and paper up to 30 hours a week – between homework assignments.
A year later, Banner approached an agent at a local literary festival. “I’m 16, do you think that’s too young to start writing?” she asked him.
“He asked if I had written a book. I said I had, and he said, ‘Why don’t you send it to me?’
“I sent it off, and he got back to me . . . We decided to release it after school, so it was released this year.”
Yes, I’m jealous. Yes, I’m bitter. No, I don’t have access to any sharp objects. Please note, I don’t have a problem with a 19-year-old girl getting a publishing contract. I have a problem with one particular 42-year-old man not getting a publishing contract. I’m happy for her. No, seriously… I am.