Star Wars: Aftermath by Chuck Wendig is one of the worst Star Wars books I’ve ever read. Granted, Star Wars books are generally weak, but at least most of them satisfy the typical Star Wars fan. Aftermath is not satisfying at all, and my 2-star rating on Goodreads is probably generous. Aftermath has none of the hallmarks of a solid Star Wars entry. No Jedi. No Force. No inter-planetary travel. The prose feels cold, distant, and forced. It reads more like the first chapter of a series, not an entire entry. It reads like exactly what it is – a quick, cheap publication more concerned with taking advantage of Star Wars fans than telling an actual story. Wendig tried to rectify some of these concerns with little vignette’s sprinkled throughout the book, giving quick snapshots of random, common experiences from around the galaxy. But all of the vignette’s sounded exactly the same, and didn’t give the same feel of actually traveling to those different locations. Aftermath’s only redeeming quality is the mystery introduced at the very end. But even this shows Wendig’s unfamiliarity with Star Wars novels, which are usually driven by mystery from the very beginning. Hopefully future entries in this series make up for its dull introduction. Honestly, even for the biggest Star Wars fans, I’m not sure that I’d recommend reading Aftermath.