You may or may not already know that I have a pet peeve with Nicholas Sparks. Mainly, I feel like the few books of his that I've read are transparent and predictable, lacking a mature depth of both plot and character, playing on base emotions for the sheer purpose of wrangling in yet another Almighty Dollar.
I really don't feel too strongly on the topic, of course. ;-) Couldn't you tell?
So anyway, I hear he's writing (or has already written) his next book, The Last Song, I think it's called, with Miley Cyrus in mind for the screenplay.
Excuse me, but wha--? Huh? However much I dislike his books, I don't begrudge him his sucess (too much) but I mean COME ON PEOPLE! How ridiculously commercial can you get? When I write my next book, I might possibly consider the agents I'd like to query and what their preferences are. No way in hell am I going to be considering who I want to play my characters in the movie version, much less actually writing the part with them in mind!
Even more sad is that I will probably go see the movie just because I like Miley Cyrus. Yes, I'm serious. But I won't buy the book. I've vowed never to buy a Nicholas Sparks book. Ever. If Grandma buys it and wants to loan it to me, though, well that's a different story. I'll read it, bitch and moan about how predictable and ridiculous it was, then stew with envy that I don't have such a huge fan base that I can write crap and get paid for it. Oh well. Such is life.