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A review by sharika
The First Day of Spring by Nancy Tucker
dark
emotional
sad
tense
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? Yes
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
5.0
"- I was a monster
- You were my friend".
"You're my mum".
I've cried & cried & cried. At one point, I didn't even know why I was crying. This book just swiftly grabbed a place on my all-time top favorite list. And might be the second most heartbreaking book I've ever read.
When I started reading it, I almost instantly started hating Chrissie. But as the story progressed, what I felt was all a jumbled up mess. When I finished reading it, I felt drained out somehow. Feeling too much of everything at once.
I think I can safely say this is one of the most brilliantly written psychological thriller out there. Not surprised to learn that the author studied psychology. It's deep, tragic & raw in a way that can catch you off-guard.
See, the worst thing is - when I read a book like this, I keep wishing I could erase my memory & read it for the first time again. But that's not possible. And it pains me in a specific way.
I'm too dazed & thinking too much to say more right now. I'll come back & add more ranting if I can calm down.
"When someone you knew died, you didn't die with them. You carried on, and you went through phases and chapters so different they felt like whole different lives, but in all of those lives the dead person was still dead. Dead whether you were sad or happy, dead whether you thought about them or didn't, dead whether you missed them or not. If it didn't last, it wasn’t real dying, it was just someone caring so little they disappeared."
- You were my friend".
"You're my mum".
I've cried & cried & cried. At one point, I didn't even know why I was crying. This book just swiftly grabbed a place on my all-time top favorite list. And might be the second most heartbreaking book I've ever read.
When I started reading it, I almost instantly started hating Chrissie. But as the story progressed, what I felt was all a jumbled up mess. When I finished reading it, I felt drained out somehow. Feeling too much of everything at once.
I think I can safely say this is one of the most brilliantly written psychological thriller out there. Not surprised to learn that the author studied psychology. It's deep, tragic & raw in a way that can catch you off-guard.
See, the worst thing is - when I read a book like this, I keep wishing I could erase my memory & read it for the first time again. But that's not possible. And it pains me in a specific way.
I'm too dazed & thinking too much to say more right now. I'll come back & add more ranting if I can calm down.
"When someone you knew died, you didn't die with them. You carried on, and you went through phases and chapters so different they felt like whole different lives, but in all of those lives the dead person was still dead. Dead whether you were sad or happy, dead whether you thought about them or didn't, dead whether you missed them or not. If it didn't last, it wasn’t real dying, it was just someone caring so little they disappeared."