Is it wrong that it amuses me that Harvard sophmore Kaavya Viswanathan, who sold her book How Opal Mehta Got Kissed, Got Wild and Got a Life for $500K and got a movie deal, was outed as a plagiarizer this week? Apparently about 40 chunks of text were lifted pretty much verbatim from Megan McCafferty's Sloppy Firsts. Viswanathan's publisher has ordered booksellers to stop selling the book, saying that the author will revise the novel for republication at some future date. (See this AP article.) But who's going to want to read it then? I'm betting her career as an author is over.
Maybe I'm just spiteful.