AUTHOR: K. Webster
GENRE: Contemporary Romance
Available @ AMAZON
REVIEWER: Pistol Annie
RATING: *** 3-Stars ***
She was my first love. She was my first hate.
The very sun in my world tried to burn me alive with her lies and cruelty.
Until I dimmed her light for good . . .
Or so I thought.
Now she’s back.
Cracked. Broken. Lost.
And for the first time in a long time, I feel free.
Free from our past. Free from my present that suffocates me. Free to destroy her future.
Her misery is my music.
Thrilling. Invigorating. Intoxicating.
For so long, all I’ve done is hate her.
So why do I love her?
I found no middle ground from most reviewers — they’ve either profusely disliked The Day She Cried (I can’t bring myself to say that four-letter “h” word!), OR they’ve been over-the-top with their praises. I guess I’m a middle-of-the road kinda girl — at least here anyway. Because that’s exactly where I’ve fallen on this one.
My review is intentionally and purposefully vague. This is most definitely a story that demands to be spoiler-free. Just keep in mind the word “unpredictable” — because that is exactly where this author is leading readers. And she excels by throwing in twists and turns you’re unlikely to expect. The voices from different perspectives keep the interest high. I admire and respect Webster’s writing and how she balances the details, the showing and the telling.
A heads-up mention that this story covers a number of sensitive subject matters that may trigger emotional stress for some.
This was one of my most highly anticipated book releases this month, and I really-really expected it to be a top read of 2017. As much as I wanted to love the heck out of Rome Murray and Courtney Moss and their catastrophic tale, things went downhill rather quickly. I’ll preface by saying that it may seem like I couldn’t find anything to like about this story, but that’s not true. I did, actually.
Straight out of the gate, Rome’s annoying overuse of the “fat” adjective – fat dick, fat cock, fat lips, fat bottom – drove me to the wine bottle. And, even though I understood the intended relevance, the sheep/wolf references were excessive, and delivered to be demeaning and humiliating. Basically belittling and degrading, especially when used by Rome as a means of addressing Courtney. Under the circumstances, I understand Rome’s anger and ill-will towards Courtney. His sense of revenge might have gone a little overboard. And his behavior was extreme in my opinion.
Courtney had her own set of deplorable actions. Some of her personal decisions were downright perplexing and despicable and just wrong! Anyone with half a brain would have seen trouble coming a mile away. Except for the pretty little cheerleader who followed her BFF blindly into hell. Courtney is non-selective in those she allows to use her as a doormat. And why she continually allowed Rome to treat her like a piece of trash, after all she’d been through and suffered, was well-past any degree of acceptability or understanding that I could muster.
There’s plenty of down and dirty sex throughout — and not just between our lead couple. However, very little that demonstrates or promises a tender and loving relationship developing. With regard to Rome and Sheep, I detested how the answer to every problem between them seemed to equate with a hard and rough ride. And, again, this is my opinion and both parties are equally guilty of initiating this behavior.
Whiplash! A little over halfway, there’s a quick shift in their continuing harsh relationship. From out of nowhere, Rome speaks those three little words every girl wants to hear. Even at that, there are still some kinky bondage type behavior patterns. Strangling your partner with a belt around her neck tight enough to cause her to black-out seems a little extreme and nothing that would give me that lovin’ feelin’. These kids are eighteen and nineteen! There were too many lines crossed as far I’m concerned. And although Courtney’s mother was featured, very little parental responsibility or assistance appeared normal. Is this the definition of real and lasting love? Not in my dictionary!
Raven Murray, Rome’s sister played her part the best — until she gave up. She was a character that made me sit up and take notice. A peacemaker — poetic and talented, smart, kind and protective. Most of all, sly and deliberate. And all for love. The way in which the author used Raven’s diary to cleverly unravel her hidden beauty and intellect held me spellbound .
Thankfully, I was grateful to Harvey Benjamin each time he comes to the rescue offering some much needed comic relief, and that’s all I’m saying about him.
“I want your tears. I want them all.”
For my liking, the story became too sensational. There were parts I truly was mesmerized by, and there was certainly a diversified and uniquely developed cast. I want characters who speak to my heart and soul. Characters who emotionally tug at my heart and soul, and I’m suddenly cheering for their happiness. Although heavy laden with horrendous pasts, these characters wore me down quickly, and I never truly became vested in either. The writing was sharp and never boring. An interesting premise that had lots of potential for greatness – but I just found too much of a mixed bag filled with excess guilt, desperation, and cruelty that eclipsed any developing relationship. I can assure you that I’m not cold-hearted. Any story of this nature is bound to shred your heart. I just didn’t particularly care for the paths that lead to their predicaments and, in turn, the resolutions.
THE DAY SHE CRIED is a heavy-hitting and emotionally draining story. A direct arrow to the heart, and the impact is lasting. It is well-written and the author ties everything up in a tidy happily-ever-after.