I really enjoyed Final Draft by Riley Redgate. I picked this book up basically on a whim and ended up connecting with the main character’s story much more than I thought I would.
In this novel we follow Laila: high school senior, aspiring author, confused pansexual. The first person narrative takes us through her hopes, insecurities, and feelings on just about everything as she fights for the approval of her distant creative writing teacher and attempts to create a memorable senior year.
A large part of why I really liked this book was how much I connected to Laila. Her story reflects my experiences as a teenager. Redgate captured the complete confusion that surrounds being a teenager perfectly. From the intense pressure Laila puts on her self for academic achievement, to the feeling of distance and out-of-place-ness she feels about her Ecuadorian heritage. I could just feel Laila’s feelings because I understood her. Redgate is one of the few authors who really capture female sexual frustration and guilt in a really authentic way.
As you can tell from my gushy paragraph, Redgate tackles many different themes and topics in this tinsey book. But, each topic explored never feels underdeveloped or rushed. We get a clear image into a teenager’s brain in this book and Redgate captures it well.
I became much more attached to the side characters than I was anticipating. My standouts in this read were Mr. Madison, the most wholesome book character I’ve ever read in my entire life, Hannah, a character I was prepared to dislike (ya girl does not deal with abrasive edgelord well), but she was such a fully formed person with more layers than expected. Laila’s romance with Hannah felt genuine and was steeped in realistic teenage melodrama without feeling overblown.
I’m going to end this review with some quotes that just HIT me while I was reading:
"Her inexperience didn’t feel charming or virtuous, like she was some good-girl persona from a movie. It felt furious and heated, humiliating and childish, as if physicality were a language she was supposed to have learned, and here she was in senior year, surrounded by a horde of native speakers, unable to translate the most basic concepts."
"Laila felt guilt and embarrassment and regret in metric tons, carried over years too long. That was residual Catholicism for you."
"If anybody were to ask her how it felt, being mixed, she knew how she would answer. It was the feeling that even in the quietest and most personal place, a score had been assigned to her, a mark calculated to gauge authenticity or ownership, and just as in every other coldly numerical analysis, 50 percent would never be a passing mark. But who was going to ask?"
"If time travel were an option, actually, she would rewind through the last twelve years and tell her child self to take her dad’s impromptu language coaching more seriously. […] Now her Spanish was so fragmented that she could barely talk to Tía Graciela when her father inevitably passed his phone conversations to her"
Stars
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Final Draft was just great. I’ve never felt as known by a book than I did in this one. Riley Redgate is a stellar writer and I can’t wait to check out more of her work in the future.