*based on an ARC edition
Afterworlds is not just one book, it's two. One is the tale of a debutante young adult author as she leaves for Manhattan at the age of 18 after selling her first book for an enormous advance, growing with adult and authorly responsibility, and discovering her own sexuality. The other is the book she sold, told in between living her life. Darcy, our author, is both bold (because she left home to live by herself in NYC) and the most timid character I've ever met. She is rife with insecurities and the feeling of impending failure, even jeopardizing her fledgling relationship because of it. In her book, which is the titular Afterworlds, we have Lizzie who was the sole survivor of a terrorist attack and came out being able to travel to the Other Side. She grows quickly into her role as something of a grim reaper without the reaping, meeting the ghost of a young girl who has lived with her all her life. She does some questionable things through her journey. She falls in love with what is essentially the Hindu Lord of Death, Yama.
Honestly, I am not sure what to write about this book. I am a big fan of Scott Westerfield. And I enjoyed seeing a reference to his other work thrown in there for faithful readers. But Afterworlds read like a love letter to the publishing world, or maybe a warning to all potential YA authors, I can't decide. Darcy doesn't seem to grow very much throughout. The two stories didn't have enough juxposition to give us a reason to really want to read Darcy's book. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy reading Afterworlds (the actual book, not Darcy's book) at times, but many times it dragged and was written too much as though it was written for only published authors to read, as they would be the only ones who would truly be able to understand. I liked the mythos of Darcy's story, and it probably would have been a good book on its own. But combined as it was with the author's life, with characters who were merely window dressing, it lost what appeal it could have had. My final conclusion is that Afterworlds isn't a complete waste of time but anyone expecting something like the rest of Scott Westerfield's work is going to be very disappointed.
Afterworlds is not just one book, it's two. One is the tale of a debutante young adult author as she leaves for Manhattan at the age of 18 after selling her first book for an enormous advance, growing with adult and authorly responsibility, and discovering her own sexuality. The other is the book she sold, told in between living her life. Darcy, our author, is both bold (because she left home to live by herself in NYC) and the most timid character I've ever met. She is rife with insecurities and the feeling of impending failure, even jeopardizing her fledgling relationship because of it. In her book, which is the titular Afterworlds, we have Lizzie who was the sole survivor of a terrorist attack and came out being able to travel to the Other Side. She grows quickly into her role as something of a grim reaper without the reaping, meeting the ghost of a young girl who has lived with her all her life. She does some questionable things through her journey. She falls in love with what is essentially the Hindu Lord of Death, Yama.
Honestly, I am not sure what to write about this book. I am a big fan of Scott Westerfield. And I enjoyed seeing a reference to his other work thrown in there for faithful readers. But Afterworlds read like a love letter to the publishing world, or maybe a warning to all potential YA authors, I can't decide. Darcy doesn't seem to grow very much throughout. The two stories didn't have enough juxposition to give us a reason to really want to read Darcy's book. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy reading Afterworlds (the actual book, not Darcy's book) at times, but many times it dragged and was written too much as though it was written for only published authors to read, as they would be the only ones who would truly be able to understand. I liked the mythos of Darcy's story, and it probably would have been a good book on its own. But combined as it was with the author's life, with characters who were merely window dressing, it lost what appeal it could have had. My final conclusion is that Afterworlds isn't a complete waste of time but anyone expecting something like the rest of Scott Westerfield's work is going to be very disappointed.