After reading so many counseling books I decided I needed a change of pace. None of the fiction books I had were appealing to me. If I am going to read fiction I don’t want mundane sentences and plots that have been overly done by many authors. I want to absorb descriptive words that penetrate the heart and mind requiring me to re-read a sentence again and ponder it.
My friend Jenny told me of her favorite author Charles Martin and suggested his book “When Crickets Cry.” This novel was exactly what I was looking for. It tells the story of a young heart surgeon named Reese who could not save his wife’s heart; he leaves his profession and meets a little girl named Annie who is in need of a heart operation. Chapter 1 begins:
“She was small for her age. Probably six, maybe even seven, but looked more like four or five. A tomboy’s heart in a china doll’s body.”
Now there is a sentence to re-read…a tomboy’s heart in a china doll’s body.
A relationship begins between Reese and Annie, but he doesn’t tell her who he is or her aunt who is looking after her. As Annie’s condition worsens Reese must come to terms with the death of his wife and the future of Annie’s life:
“And second, I learned something that all my reading and all my studying and all my professors would never teach me. Hope is not the result of medicine or anything that science has to offer. It is a flower that sprouts and grows when others pour water upon it. I think sometimes that I spent so much time worrying about how to protect and strengthen the flower-even going so far as to graft in a new stem and root system-that I forgot to simply water it.”
“When Crickets Cry” is a book that delivers faith and hope with words that prick the heart.
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