This is probably the worst book I’ve read in my life.
At its best it’s formulaic and dull. At its worst it’s offensive, and at the end of the day, it’s just badly written. It's god-awful. It took six years and 115 drafts to get to 340 pages of lazy analogies, mad-lib characters, and an unnecessary number of outfit descriptions? If this is the final product, I can only imagine that the original manuscript would have best been classified as ‘horror’.
The author, Maria Lewis, has drawn comparisons between her book and that of Robert Louis Stevenson's "Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde", describing "Who's Afraid" as a modern, gender-bent version of the latter "with werewolves and swearing".
This immediately makes it clear that Lewis has never been in the same building as a copy of Stevenson's book, never mind actually reading it or bothering to acquaint herself with its overarching themes.
Free lit lesson, kids: saying that Jekyll and Hyde is the story of a man that turns into a monster is like saying that Orwell's 1984 is the story of a guy running afoul of the law. Both are factually accurate statements, but are about as devoid of usefulness and meaning as the entirety Lewis's book.
The protagonist of "Who’s Afraid" is Tommi Grayson - a young, cool art curator who is probably supposed to be relatable but spends the first several pages of the book rolling her eyes and slagging off an artist she's working with. She mocks him for being pretentious and "a hack" despite his being five years older and - as the book itself tells us - a sold-out success in the local art world.
Not a solid start for creating a likeable lead character.
Relatedly, there are several scenes where Tommi puts on her judgey pants and tells us about how vapid and fake the girl is that her friend wants to hook-up with and how deplorably skinny one of the in-passing characters is. Because nothing screams “positive female role model” like being a c*nt to or about other women.
One of the most important things we as the reader need to know about Tommi is that she has blue hair. We know this is important because the book repeatedly tells us that she has blue hair. She has blue hair, and Maori ancestry, and was raised by her mother and grandparents, and suffers a traumatic event in her life at age 22, and wears band t-shirts, and is artistic, and sassy, and sarcastic, and derisively mocks people outside of her immediate group of friends. All of which is a 100% true to life description of the author herself, with the exception that Maria Lewis has PURPLE hair, so it's totally different and not at all a wish fulfillment fantasy.
Tommi, like any good self-inserted literary heroine, turns out the be the MOST powerful new werewolf anyone's seen, and she has RARE TALENTS and immediately masters DIFFICULT SKILLS, and her 400+ year old love interest hasn't met ANYBODY as great and cool and awesome as her in his WHOLE LIFE, WOW.
I can only assume that Lewis has no intention for her book's appeal to last beyond the next 6-12 months, since she's littered it with pop culture references, half of which are already dated at the time of publishing. I'm guessing it's supposed to make her characters "hip" and "relatable" but it succeeds mostly in making them "trite" and "outdated".
Additionally, for a book being praised for its diversity, it sure is interesting how the Maori characters are the villains and would-be rapists of the story. A clan of literal monsters. I guess the only good Maori is a half-Maori raised by white folks in Scotland? Three cheers for diversity!
Also noteworthy that Lewis describes Tommi's Nigerian fuck-buddy looking at her like "a lion looking at an antelope". Like on the Serengeti. Like in Africa? Get it? Because he's black? I guess?
So progressive.
"Who’s Afraid" distances itself from the Young Adult market with its inclusion of fairly graphic violence and sexual themes. There’s no problem with these things, but why would a book with descriptions of both sexual assault and sexual intimacy use words like "hoo-ha" and "giney" when referring to female genitalia? Are we 12? Are you kidding? Not a small amount of the book feels like it started out as Young Adult Fiction and was simply aged up to be seem more edgy.
Nothing about this story is groundbreaking or unique. It's every other urban fantasy/paranormal romance with the serial numbers filed off. There's a feisty female lead! With unique, quirky attributes! She has a cast of quirky and unique friends! In this, the lovingly described urban locale of mass appeal! There is a mysterious male figure sent to guide her. He has secrets! And gives our modern, feminist protagonist warm, tingly feelings in her hoo-ha!
Truly, no such book has been written before.
I'm not saying there isn't a need for diverse, strong characters in urban fantasy. There is! But maybe we could aim a little bit higher than the poorly written masturbatory fantasies of a Daily Mail reporter.