Review: Cryer’s Cross

Title: Cryer’s Cross
Author: Lisa McMann

Kendall loves her life in small town Cryer’s Cross, Montana, but she also longs for something more. She knows the chances of going to school in New York are small, but she’s not the type to give up easily. Even though it will mean leaving Nico, the world’s sweetest boyfriend, behind.
But when Cryer’s Cross is rocked by unspeakable tragedy, Kendall shoves her dreams aside and focuses on just one goal: help find her missing friends. Even if it means spending time with the one boy she shouldn’t get close to… the one boy who makes her question everything she feels for Nico.
Determined to help and to stay true to the boy she’s always loved, Kendall keeps up the search–and stumbles upon some frightening local history. She knows she can’t stop digging, but Kendall is about to find out just how far the townspeople will go to keep their secrets buried…

Disappearances are becoming a reoccurring nightmare in the town of Cryer’s Cross. At first it was one person, one kid, who disappeared and was never heard from again. After hours and days of searching, the girl could not be found. Blamed for her kidnapping, new kid Jacian Obregon starts of the new school year with a bitter attitude, while the rest start off with a feeling of loss. As the days pass another disappearance occurs and Kendall is stuck to wonder what had happened and what is to come. Trying to find the missing kids, she turns to the most unlikely of people. Filled with action, romance, and some horror, this book is sure to leave readers in awe.

Lisa McMann, the author of the Wake, Fade, Gone trilogy, has definitely created another hit with Cryer’s Cross. Although I wish McMann had put in more detail about Kendall’s OCD to make it more emotionally… riveting, I guess, it was an interesting concept. This book was definitely different, and that big horrors can be found in little towns.

“So, ah, I’m not sure if you know this, but you’re not wearing a shirt.”
“Distracting, isn’t it?”
-Kendall and Jacian

We feel the heat, and for a moment, We believe! Life is back. But this heat is intense, not gentle. Not submissive but searing. Painful.
We moan, scream, Our face cracking like gunfire… like a whip. Thirty-five, one hundred. One hundred! ONE HUNDRED!
The fire consumes our wooden host. It burns, breaks, explodes. Releases Our remaining souls to travel to Our final resting places.
To find new places to hide.
And wait.
Touch me.
-The Voices

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