For me, the best thing that Untitled by Timothy Young has going for it is the artwork. Wherein the bulk of the story centers around the author unable to decide what to do with his characters and what to even write about. Untitled does sort of follow this idea that, as a writer, you wont always know what to write about and you’re going to try a bunch of different things before you finally figure out what your story actually is. And Untitled is the collection of attempts that the author makes to figure out his story. Which, yeah, fine…I’ve been there and I get it. But as a book? I don’t know, it just didn’t work for me. And it’s not that I don’t get the message or that I don’t appreciate the idea of this message going to children, I just don’t know if I’d ever buy it. Barring the moment in the future where I have a kid devastated that they can’t figure out what to write for their own personal story–if by some miracle I have a child like me who wants to be an author–then, sure, maybe.
But even then, I really didn’t care about anything to do with Untitled. And the characters seemed incredibly condescending toward their author on multiple occasions which annoyed me greatly. Perhaps if the characters themselves had been less annoyed with the author–a humor attempt that just didn’t work out–I would like the story and book a little bit more than I do. Though I did enjoy and appreciate the brief shout out to some other famous children’s books wherein the characters of this one were suddenly the characters of the others, the majority of the story told simply wasn’t for me. All in all, I can see the usefulness of this story for some kids, but not a lot.
I received a free copy of this book via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.