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When Crickets Cry By Charles Martin Posted on September 9, 2008 12:00 AM MST by Tiffany Kinerson
As a former heart surgeon disguised as a mechanic watches her, the wind picks up a portion of the girl’s lemonade money and whips it through the street. Afraid to lose even a penny, the girl runs to grab the change only to catch the flat side of an oncoming bread delivery truck with her body. Using strange techniques and ordering the girl’s aunt to medicate in opposition to her will, the informed mechanic saves the girl’s life and begins a walk with her down the heart-rending path to organ transplantation. Charles Martin is one of my favorite authors right now. His characters are authentic in their strengths, emotions and even their weaknesses. In Martin’s world, a person can be angry, he can be scared and he can know love, but he can do it all with a brand of strength that I rarely see in modern Christian fiction. I read this book straight through. And it’s the second novel of his in which I’ve done that. (The other one was Chasing Fireflies. Pick it up, too.) I will sprint to my bookstore for more. |
 
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At the beginning of Charles Martin’s When Crickets Cry, a seven-year-old girl in a short yellow dress with matching socks and white Mary Janes sells lemonade from her stand in the middle of a small Georgian town. In spite of the sign above her that advertises free refills, the five-gallon water jug that serves as her money receptacle overflows with daily medical donations from the members of her community.