Everyone says agents are cutthroat, ruthless meanies who would sell their children's souls for a big deal, because they don't really care about authors at all, just money.
I say, no way.
I started shopping my novel, Brains: A Zomoir, over a year ago, and all my friends--including those with agents and book deals--told me to beware of the snaky agent. I was cautious, like an oft-jilted lover, but every one I communicated with was friendly and helpful--even as they were rejecting me. One even called me "my dear" in her rejection letter! I wound up signing with the best agent on the planet and if you don't read her blog, you're missing out.
But here's the thing: When my book sold a few weeks ago, agents who rejected me sent me congratulatory emails. Yes, that's right! Six months ago, they told me thanks, but no thanks, but somehow remembered me and were thoughtful enough to give me a shout-out when they read about the deal.
That ain't ruthless; that's sweet. Let's hear it for the agents!