The Royal Society Prizes for Science Books is an annual award for the previous year's best general science writing and best science writing for children. The nominees and winners are decided by the Royal Society, the UK national academy of science. It is generally considered to be the most prestigious science writing award.
The prizes were established in 1988 and were known as the Science Book Prizes until 1990 when they were sponsored by Rhône-Poulenc and became known as the Rhône-Poulenc Prizes for Science Books. Between 2000 and 2006, following the merger of Rhône-Poulenc with Hoechst AG to form Aventis, the prizes were renamed the Aventis Prizes for Science Books. From 2007 to 2010 the prizes were managed and sponsored by the Royal Society. In February 2011 it was announced that Winton Capital Management agreed to a sponsorship deal for the following 5 years and the prizes were renamed as Royal Society Winton Prize for Science Books and Royal Society Young People's Book Prize.
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