I’ve just finished Sandra Brown’s Rainwater. She’s one of my favorite novel writers ever. I think I have read almost all of her works. There was period of time when I always craved for her books, and every time hers was released, I would hunt it down and couldn’t stop (or sleep) until I had it in my hand.
My first Sandra Brown’s was Fat Tuesday, a suspense love story which took a setting in New Orleans. Burke Basile and Remy Duvall were the main characters of the novel. I was amazed at how right and stunning the story is. Its characters, plot, and love story were just… perfect for me.
Then the hunting began, some of her books were no longer reprinted so I had to attack secondhand book stalls and flea markets. I’ve written a list of all her published books, complete with their titles, released year, genre, heroes/heroines (and how their character were), synopsis in my version, a note whether the book is related to another, and of course my ratings. How I found out that Brown always used the same ingredients in writing her novels, yet they were unique. How she composed and built plots until simple stories could turn my thoughts upside down. That time I guessed I’ve never had enough of Brown’s
Years passed, then this SandraBrown-mania dimmed and I am finally able to control myself whenever I see her books displayed in bookstores. But now that I think about it, I realized how much Brown’s book have affected me. How I silently mesmerized and fell in love with Southern United States (especially New Orleans) since it was where the setting took place. How my heart was captured by photography, because Aislinn Andrews and Anna Corbett loved it, and Spanish language because Kerry Bishop and Cage Hendren spoke it. I also would like to learn sign language one day because of Unspeakable and Eloquent Silence.
Ooookay, back to Rainwater, Brown’s pure romance novels after more than a decade writing suspense—so I guess I’ve had this over-expectation before I read the book. At first I was shocked at how the story ended. It kind of sad and tragical—things I’ve never expected from Brown’s book (I’ve had my share of sad endings from other writers, but never from her!). Her books always offer a happy ending—or at least an optimist one, something that never failed to boost my mood. But then, this Rainwater—the more I think about it, the more I understand how beautiful it is. It grasped my soul and made me cry, yet it warmed my heart. Just like the way a novel with good tragical-ending should be.