Eleven-year-old Isaac Sanchez hasn’t exactly had an ideal childhood. His father died before he was born. His mother left him with his grandparents when she remarried, and he hasn’t seen her since. He is small, practically friendless, and bullied, but he is also smart, self-reliant, and has never lost his sense of humor. When his mother comes back into his life and begs for another chance, he is forced to start again in a
Luckily, he has help in the form of an old copy of Isaac Newton’s Principia Mathematica. Isaac finds hope within the pages of Principia when he realizes that his life is eerily similar to
I am seeking representation for DISCOVERING ISAAC (30,000 words), my contemporary middle-grade novel about finding the courage to choose one’s course in life. Although secondary to the characters and plot, DISCOVERING ISAAC contains sneaky lessons on physics, history, biology, and living with little sisters, as well as epigraphs from the endlessly-quotable Isaac Newton.
My semi-relevant publications include a story in the children’s magazine The Friend (February 2011) and a collaboration with Ally Condie (The Moms’ Club Diaries, Spring Creek Book Company, 2008. It didn’t sell quite as many copies as Matched.) As for irrelevant publications, I am the author of several papers in some of the nation’s top chemistry journals and a 200-page doctoral thesis on molecule-based magnets. (It’s as riveting as it sounds.) You can rest assured, however, that the science in my manuscript is sound.
Thank you for your time and your consideration. I look forward to hearing from you and would be happy to send more at your request.
Isaac Newton: “For the natural days are truly unequal, though they are commonly considered as equal, and used for a measure of time…”
Isaac Sanchez: People may tell you that all days are equal. Those people are wrong.
It’s not often that a kid can tell you what was the worst day of his life. Or the best day, for that matter. Sure, we can all name some incredibly rotten days (like the one where this story begins) and some pretty great ones (like when Grandpa took me camping and I caught five fish and roasted thirty-six marshmallows).
For most kids, though, the absolute worst or best day is harder to decide. But not for me. I can tell you without a doubt what was the worst day of my life, and I can also tell you that without that worst day, the best day of my life may never have happened. And without a famous scientist, an old book, and a couple of rodents, I might have totally missed out on my real place in the universe.
But that’s already confusing. Let’s start it nice and simple. I hate baseball. I hate the silly stirrup pants. I hate the way the bat almost rips my arms out of their sockets when I swing and miss. I hate the cold fear that runs through my body because I’m scared of being hit by Every. Single. Pitch.