A Journey Through "The In-Between Bookstore": A Reflection
There’s something truly exhilarating about the anticipation when a beloved YA author embarks on a new adult novel. Edward Underhill’s The In-Between Bookstore caught my eye immediately—not just because it’s his transition into adult fiction, but because I couldn’t wait to see how his lyrical storytelling would evolve. As a long-time reader and admirer of Underhill’s work, I was eager to dive into this new world he was creating.
From the very first pages, Underhill’s writing enveloped me in vivid imagery and heartfelt prose. The descriptions were so colorful that it felt like each scene sprang to life, almost as if I could hear the ambient sounds of a charming bookstore bustling with literary lovers. It’s a delight that I’ve come to expect from Underhill, and I found myself smiling at the familiar cadence of his words.
The protagonist, Darcy, is introduced initially as a flawed character—self-absorbed and somewhat of a jerk, particularly in his choices regarding his mother, whose unwavering support has shaped him. As I turned the pages, I found myself anticipating his growth throughout the narrative. On the surface, the novel offers an engaging story filled with emotional depth, a diverse cast of characters, and a brisk pace that kept me rushing through the first half. There was warmth, laughter, and a sense of belonging that resonated with my own love for bookstores.
Yet, as I moved deeper into the story, I began to notice a shift in my own comfort level. I craved more substance, more character development, especially regarding Darcy’s friendship with Michael. As a healing novel, I expected deeper growth and resolution, but instead, I was left with a sense of unease as Darcy’s choices seemed stagnant, his struggles unresolved. The contrasting worlds of New York and Illinois felt disjointed, as if I were watching two different movies playing at once, leaving me frustrated by the lack of coherence in his journey.
What disappointed me most was the story’s ending—one that felt abrupt and unfulfilling. Darcy’s persistent dishonesty with Michael left a sour taste, contrasting sharply with the vibrant, humorous first half. It’s one of those instances where a promising beginning doesn’t quite reach its potential by the end. I found myself shifting uncomfortably in my seat, my feelings moving from enjoyment to discontent in just a few short chapters.
Despite the conflicting emotions I experienced, I believe Underhill’s talent still shines brightly. His eloquent writing resonates deeply, and while the latter half of the story didn’t deliver for me, I remain optimistic for his next work. I can see a varied audience appreciating The In-Between Bookstore—from fans of character-driven narratives to those who simply adore vivid writing and relatable flaws.
In the end, I find myself rating this journey a solid 3 stars. It’s a tale of potential that sparkled brightly in some places, but perhaps, like Darcy, it just needed a little more time to truly unfold. I’ll be looking forward to what Edward Underhill offers us next, hoping for an even richer tapestry of growth and resolution.
Thank you to Avon and Netgalley for providing an ARC of this book, and if you’re intrigued by the highs and lows of character-driven narratives, I encourage you to give it a read. Let’s chat about it afterward—you’ll find me lost in the pages!
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