We listened to this novel on a road trip - was a great listen for the whole family. Beautifully narrated.

When a renowned heart surgeon is unable to save his own wife, he turns his back on medicine and disappears. But his life takes another turn when he meets a young girl with a similar problem to his wife, and though he tries to avoid her and her mum, each step only leads to him getting more invested in her health. But until he's willing to face his past, there's little he can do beyond providing silent support. Will this unlooked-for friendship lead to healing and redemption, further retreat, or disaster?

A deeply moving story of love, loss, forgiveness and healing. Each step of the way felt at once inevitable and unpredictable, however impossible that might seem, and it held my attention throughout, despite the potential for confusion with regular flashbacks. I particularly loved the masterful way that necessary background medical information was woven in seamlessly so that it fitted the story and was typically provided before the critical point in the story at which it was essential, to avoid destroying the flow. It was beautifully done. All in all, an inspiring and moving read, and the audio was great.

I received a complimentary copy of this book. Opinions expressed in this review are completely my own.

Thank you to Thomas Nelson and NetGalley for the audio copy of the book. I unfortunately gave up listening, too slow for me. I have read others by this author (The Keepers) and liked that well enough.

This book broke my heart, and put it back together. It truly encapsulated that feeling of small towns, and big miracles.

I am not a religious person, but this book made me think twice about God. Or at least, about having the hope that a God is there, listening to our prayers. That being said, I do not think the religious aspect was overwhelming, as it often can be in books similar to this one.

Charles Martin does a really wonderful job of telling two stories at once, weaving together the past and present to tell the full story of the main character. That “small town, big miracles” feel is evident through the whole story, in a way that can make you see the beauty in the most tragic of things. Both tragedies and mistakes come full circle, and are tied up so beautifully in the end.

There is a lot of medical talk in this book, so if that isn’t your thing, or triggers you, then I wouldn’t suggest picking this one up. But, as someone who knows nothing about heart transplants, I thought everything was very well explained in a way that didn’t feel like a text book, and kept me engaged in the story. That alone really speaks to the writing talent of Charles Martin.

I listened to the audio book for this, and the voice actor does such an amazing job of telling this story in his tone, and pacing.

I’d say this book has a similar feel to Where The Crawdads Sing, and Nicholas Sparks’s books. Overall, I would highly recommend this book, and will definitely be including it in my top reads for the year.

I’ve heard many great things about Charles Martin’s work over the years, but this was the first of his books I’ve ever read. It was a very moving story, and I love that it was based in the south (where I live). All of the characters were special to me in their own unique ways, but my favorites were Annie and Charlie. Although I did like the main character, Reese/Johnny, I couldn’t help but resent him a bit. Without giving away any spoilers, I’ll just say that I felt like an earlier intervention by him could’ve helped Annie immensely. I understand the pain and heartache of losing someone you love, but a child’s life was in danger, and because of that I feel like Reese should’ve snapped out of his stupor and acted sooner. Also, I'm glad the book ended on a positive note because I was ready to start cursing a blue streak during those last couple of chapters. (Again, not giving away any spoilers, but if you’ve read the book then you know what I’m referring to). I was bound and determined not to read any more of Martin’s work, but thankfully he redeemed himself in the end. There were parts of this story that felt cheesy and a little too far-fetched, but overall I enjoyed it, and I would still recommend it.

Seriously, what is there not to love when it comes to Charles Martin?! Everything he writes connects with my soul and this book is no exception! If Charles Martin writes it, I'm reading it.

I enjoyed the meaning and the message behind this book. Two broken hearts, one physically and one emotionally find their way to each other and both help each other through their course in life. I did find this book very repetitive and over detailed in unnecessary things.

Charles Martin’s When Crickets Cry is a tender and emotionally resonant novel that explores themes of grief, redemption, and the healing power of love. Set in a small Southern town, the story follows Reese, a man with a mysterious past and a deep emotional scar tied to the loss of his wife. As he crosses paths with a young girl named Annie, who is awaiting a heart transplant, the two form an unexpected and transformative connection.

The audiobook narration captures the heart and soul of Martin’s lyrical prose, enhancing the deeply introspective tone of the novel. The narrator’s voice lends itself well to the Southern setting and adds a layer of authenticity to the characters' emotions and experiences.

Martin masterfully unpacks the slow unraveling of Reese’s history, weaving in themes of medical ethics, personal guilt, and spiritual struggle. The symbolism of crickets—associated with silence, waiting, and the passage of time—adds depth to the narrative without becoming overbearing.

Overall, When Crickets Cry is a beautifully written and emotionally impactful story. The audiobook experience offers a gentle, contemplative journey that will resonate with listeners who appreciate faith-based fiction, stories of healing, and redemptive character arcs.

I was introduced to this author during the 2024 Christian Fiction series Challenge I joined and I fell in love with his writing style.

This is a story that sits with you. Set in a sleepy Southern Town, it follows Reese, a man running from grief and a painful past, and Annie, a bright girl fighting for her life. Their paths cross and what unfolds is a slow, gentle, tender unraveling of pain, faith and healing.

This story is not fast paced, loud or flashy. It is gentle, lyrical and deeply emotional. It is the kind of book that reminds you that healing doesn't come in a rush, it comes in whispers, in grace.

Some parts of the story were predictable but I still found myself moved by it. Listening to the audiobook was so divine! So Beautiful and I was immersed in the story.

If you are in the mood for something soulful, this book is the one.

I rate this book a 9/10, my favourite read for the month of May and I look forward to reading more of Charles Martins books. Thanks to @netgalley for an advanced readers' copy of this book.

The story begins in a quiet Southern town in Georgia USA, where a man named Reece stops at a little girl’s lemonade stand. This isn’t just any child selling juice for pocket money - Annie is fiercely bright, heartbreakingly brave, and selling lemonade to help pay for something far more serious: a heart transplant. She lives with her devoted Aunt Cindy, and it’s clear from the start that their lives haven’t been easy.

Reece’s encounter with Annie sets off a quiet unravelling of his carefully guarded world, drawing in not only Annie and Cindy, but also Reece’s blind brother-in-law, Charlie - a gentle, grounding presence whose wisdom runs deep.

From that one seemingly simple moment by the lemonade stand, a deeply emotional journey begins. Two broken hearts set out to heal each other.

What really struck me was the quiet power of uncovering Reece’s past and how it shaped his present. No spoilers, but the emotional payoff is worth the slow burn.

I listened to this on audiobook. The audiobook brought a whole new layer to the experience. The narration captured every flicker of emotion from the haunted weight in Reese’s silences to the fierce spark of hope in a little girl who refuses to be defined by her circumstances. Her presence is small in stature but huge in heart, and every moment with her lit up the story.

When Crickets Cry is a tender, beautifully written novel about grief, healing, and invisible threads that connect strangers at just the right time. Though categorised as Christian fiction, as a non-religious reader I think this book is universally appealing, no matter your beliefs.

If you enjoy stories that feel like a warm breeze laced with sorrow and hope - and you want to be read to by a voice that carries all that tenderness - the audiobook is the perfect way to take it in.

4.5 stars

Thank you to NetGalley and Thomas Nelson for gifting me a copy of this audiobook. My review is unedited and all opinions are entirely my own.

This was such a fantastic read, in true Charles Martin fashion. I love the way he weaves faith into stories without it feeling pushing or overdone. This was heartbreaking and so so well written. I flew through it because I couldn't put it down!

Pick this up if you are a fan of Charles Martin reads!

A little girl in need one one thing and a lost man also in need come together to find their way through what is ahead. What a great story. Thanks for the advanced copy. Another great inspirational story that will stay with you.

This book is about a broken man who just walks away from his life until he meets a little girl who is in desperate need of his help. I loved this book. I have never read anything by Charles Martin before but now I'm on the look-out for his back list. I will be blowing through these as soon as I can get my hands on them. This book was powerful. Loved every minute I spent reading it. I gave it 5 stars and will be recommending it to everyone.

WHEN CRICKETS CRY is a riveting and emotionally intense story that explores relationships, mistakes, and redemption. It is both a masterful and memorable tale, one that I highly recommend.

The writing is skillfully and thrillingly executed. It’s smartly structured, melding past and present in a life-or-death race to the finish. My favorite part is when Annie talks about the crickets she raises.

Reese and Annie are the pillars of the story, and what great characters they are! Several others are integral in bringing this thought-provoking narrative to life, including Annie’s aunt Cindy and my favorite, Charlie, who is Reese’s blind brother-in-law and best friend. All the characters combine to create a kaleidoscope of color.

Author Charles Martin is a born storyteller who grabs his readers and never lets go. I listened to the audiobook for WHEN CRICKETS CRY, and the narration performance by Adam Verner only enhances the book. His voice, pacing, and accent fit the narrative perfectly.

Thanks to Netgalley for an audio copy of this book. All opinions expressed here are my own.

Annie is a seven year old girl running a lemonade stand when she meets Reese. Annie is trying to raise enough money so she can help pay for the heart transplant that she desperately needs. Reese is a young man trying to hide from his past. Together they form an unlikely bond. This is a story about the heart………spirituality, emotionally and physically.
It is a very nice story and the reader of this audio was the perfect choice.
I have also left a review on BookMovement.com, Bookreporter.com and Goodreads.

Magnificent.💕 I truly believe Martin is one of our greatest living novelists, and I’ve only read four of his books with many more left to discover. It is, perhaps, a minor spoiler to identify the main character as a surgeon because he spends most of the story building and restoring boats with his brother-in-law, Charlie (who deserves his own book.) But whether he is known as “Reese Mitch: boat builder” or “Jonathan Reese Mitchell: heart surgeon extraordinaire,” he is still a lonely, broken man. When Reese meets Annie, a little girl selling lemonade who is ill and wise beyond her years, he must ask himself if the time is right to emerge from his shell of grief and uncertainty and tap into his incredible gifts.

EXCERPT: Prologue

I pushed against the spring hinge, cracked open the screen door, and scattered two hummingbirds fighting over my feeder. The sound of their wings faded into the dogwood branches above, and it was there that the morning met me with streaks of sunkist cracking across the skyline. Seconds before, God had painted the sky a mixture of black and deep blue, then smeared it with rolling wisps of cotton and sprayed it with specks of glitter, some larger than others. I turned my head sideways, sort of corkscrewing my eyes, and decided that heaven looked like a giant granite countertop turned upside down and framing the sky. Maybe God was down here drinking His coffee too. Only difference was, He didn't need to read the letter in my hand. He already knew what it said.

Below me the Tallulah River spread out seamlessly into Lake Burton in a sheet of translucent, unmoving green, untouched by the antique cutwaters and Jet Skis that would split her skin and roll her to shore at 7:01 a.m. In moments, God would send the sun upward and westward where it would shine hot, and where by noon the glare off the water would be painful and picturesque.

I stepped off the back porch, the letter clutched in my hand, and picked my barefoot way down the stone steps to the dock. I walked along the bulkhead, felt the coolness of the mist rising on my legs and face, and climbed the steps leading to the top of the dockhouse. I slid into the hammock and faced southward down the lake, looking out over my left knee. I looped my finger through the small brass circle tied to the end of a short string and pulled gently, rocking myself.

If God was down here drinking His coffee, then He was on his second cup, because He'd already Windexed the sky. Only the streaks remained.

Emma once told me that some people spend their whole lives trying to outrun God, maybe get someplace He's never been. She shook her head and smiled, wondering why. Trouble is, she said, they spend a lifetime searching and running, and when they arrive, they find He's already been there.

I listened to the quiet but knew it wouldn't last. In an hour the lake would erupt with laughing kids on inner tubes, teenagers in Ski Nautiques, and retirees in pontoon boats, replacing the Canadian geese and bream that followed a trail of Wonder Bread cast by an early morning bird lover and now spreading across the lake like the yellow brick road. By late afternoon, on the hundreds of docks stretching out into the lake, charcoal grills would simmer with the smell of hot dogs, burgers, smoked oysters, and spicy sausage. And in the yards and driveways that all leaned inward toward the lake's surface like a huge salad bowl, folks of all ages would tumble down Slip'n Slides, throw horseshoes beneath the trees, sip mint juleps and margaritas along the water's edge, and dangle their toes off the second stories of their boathouses. By 9:00 p.m., most every homeowner along the lake would launch the annual hour-long umbrella of sonic noise, lighting the lake in flashes of red, blue, and green rain. Parents would gaze upward; children would giggle and coo; dogs would bark and tug against their chains, digging grooves in the back sides of the trees that held them; cats would run for cover; veterans would remember; and lovers would hold hands, slip silently into the out coves, and skinny-dip beneath the safety of the water. Sounds in the symphony of freedom.

It was Independence Day.

Unlike the rest of Clayton, Georgia, I had no fireworks, no hot dogs, and no plans to light up the sky. My dock would lie quiet and dark, the grill cold with soot, old ashes, and spiderwebs. For me, freedom felt distant. Like a smell I once knew but could no longer place. If I could, I would have slept through the entire day like a modern-day Rip van Winkle, opened my eyes tomorrow, and crossed off the number on my calendar. But sleep, like freedom, came seldom and was never sound. Short fits mostly. Two to three hours at best.

I lay on the hammock, alone with my coffee and yellowed memories. I balanced the cup on my chest and held the wrinkled, unopened envelope. Behind me, fog rose off the water and swirled in miniature twisters that spun slowly like dancing ghosts, up through the overhanging dogwood branches and hummingbird wings, disappearing some thirty feet in the air.

Her handwriting on the envelope told me when to read the letter within. If I had obeyed, it would have been two years ago. I had not, and would not today. Maybe I could not. Final words are hard to hear when you know for certain they are indeed final. And I knew for certain. Four anniversaries had come and gone while I remained in this nowhere place. Even the crickets were quiet.

I placed my hand across the letter, flattening it upon my chest, spreading the corners of the envelope like tiny paper wings around my ribs. A bitter substitute.

Around here, folks sit in rocking chairs, sip mint juleps, and hold heated arguments about what exactly is the best time of day on the lake. At dawn, the shadows fall ahead of you, reaching out to touch the coming day. At noon, you stand on your shadows, caught somewhere between what was and what will be. At dusk, the shadows fall behind you and cover your tracks. In my experience, the folks who choose dusk usually have something to hide.

ABOUT 'WHEN CRICKETS CRY': From New York Times bestselling author Charles Martin comes the moving story of a heart surgeon who's hiding his own heart, a little girl whose heart won't last much longer, and a shared journey toward healing for both of them--for fans looks for the emotional depth of Fredrik Backman and the Southern atmosphere of Delia Owens.

It begins on the shaded town square in a sleepy Southern town. A spirited seven-year-old has a brisk business at her lemonade stand. But the little girl's pretty yellow dress can't quite hide the ugly scar on her chest.

Her latest customer, a bearded stranger, drains his cup and heads to his car, his mind on a boat he's restoring at a nearby lake. The stranger understands more about the scar than he wants to admit. And the beat-up bread truck careening around the corner with its radio blaring is about to change the trajectory of both their lives.

Before it's over, they'll both know there are painful reasons why crickets cry . . . and that miracles lurk around unexpected corners.

MY THOUGHTS: A novel of the heart' - seldom has a truer word been spoken.

As I try to write a coherent review of When Crickets Cry, I can feel my own heart going about its work; work I have, until now, taken for granted. Never again.

The heart doesn't merely pump blood around the body; many emotions are attributed to it - broken hearts, hearts that swell with love and/or pride, we say home is where the heart is and we give our hearts to our one true love - yet it stays firmly in our body, pumping away.

Charles Martin has written about diseased hearts; the heart belonging to a little girl which is working overtime and needs to be replaced; the frayed heart of the woman who loves that little girl like she was her own; the broken heart belonging to a man who has given up on himself; and the strong heart of his friend who believes in him, no matter what.

The author teaches not only about the anatomy and physiology of the heart, but the emotions attributed to the heart and the heart in literature. This is all wrapped up in a story about a young girl from a background of poverty who needs a new heart and the lengths she will go to get one.

Annie is a wonderful character. Wise beyond her years and fully cognizant of the fact that a new heart doesn't guarantee her life, Annie displays both great courage and humility. My own heart took a beating during this read. I wanted to reach out and hold this child, stroke her hair and make everything all right for her for, at times, it seems that almost everything that could possibly go wrong for Annie, does.

Charles Martin's writing has a huge emotional effect on me. It is atmospheric, evocative and educational. His characters are real and credible. Annie, her aunt Ceecee, Reese and Charlie all held my heart hostage for the duration of this read. The author writes with both great empathy and knowledge and is a master at plumbing the depths of emotion. Make sure your tissue box is full (NOT one of those tiny little purse packets) before you start.

If you are listening to When Crickets Cry, I recommend for at least the final hour you don't listen while driving else you will find yourself, as I did, having to pull over to the side of the road or rip your earbuds out. Just warning you . . .

⭐⭐⭐⭐.4

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MEET THE AUTHOR: Christy and I married in 1993. If you include dating, I’ve known and loved her for more than half my life. She is and always will be the home for my heart. We have three boys. Charlie, John T. and Rives. Folks often ask me, which of my books do I like the best. You might as well line up my sons and ask me who I love the most.

My hobbies are bow hunting, working out (a blend of old school stuff and martial arts, called Fight Fit) and Tae Kwon Do. In October 2012 I earned my black belt but I’m still the least flexible person you’ve ever met. The guy that trains me, laughs everytime I start warming up. My boys are far better at Tae Kwon Do than I, but I doubt they have as much fun – I get to do and watch. They just do.

I also like to write, but that’s another story. (Source - charlesmartin.com)

DISCLOSURE: Thank you to Harper Collins Christian Publishing via NetGalley for providing an audio ARC of When Crickets Cry written by Charles Martin and superbly narrated by Adam Verner for review. All opinions expressed in this review are entirely my own personal opinions.

“She looked back at the cardinal and said, without feeling the need to prove it, “That’s ’cause you’re listening with your ears and not your heart.”

When Crickets Cry by Charles Martin was a book that Elizabeth @wacoreads recommended to me, once when I was at Fabled Bookstore in Waco, Texas. Of course, I had not yet gotten around to reading . . . So when NetGalley was offering to send me a Listener’s copy, I jumped at the chance!
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Charles Martin has been recommended to me many times but I had not read him before. I really enjoyed this book and the narration was excellent, Adam Verner is easy on the ears! I felt that the book got a little too far into the weeds about hearts and heart transplants and this book would not be for every reader for that reason. On the one hand, much of the information was extremely interesting, but on the other hand, it did take me out of the story at times and there were moments when I was pretty sure this was a much longer book than it is in reality.
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There are some early chapters with a cardinal theme that I absolutely loved! There are a great many passages that I found and highlighted! That said, you would be able to read this entirely on audiobook. This is a book that will inspire you to be a better version of yourself and to face hard things in life with a new perspective.
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I gave it 3.75 stars
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Thanks @netgalley and @HarperCollins for giving me this listener copy in exchange for my unbiased opinion.

Excellent narration by Adam Verner. I had sworn off reading any more Charles Martin books. The five I've read were theologically questionable at best though the plots were, in most cases, decent. I decided to give When Crickets Cry a try when I saw it come up on Netgalley. It's a solid story and Charles Martin is a good writer, though I hesitate to call any of his works that I've read thus far truly Christian fiction- I've found them to be nominal at best- in addition to this one, I've read The Mountain Between Us (ahem, people do not become angels after we die- terrible theology) and the entire Murphy Shepherd tetralogy. I will, at some point, read The Last Exchange because people rave.

"When Crickets Cry" gave me serious Everwood vibes (for those who remember the early 2000s TV series). I jumped at the chance to read it when it was available as an ARC on NetGalley. I hoped it would be the perfect summer read.

The first thing I want to point out about this book is: there is a storyline in there somewhere - I promise. But as several readers have noted, this book is packed with lists and detailed descriptions of objects, places, and activities—it sometimes feels like reading a manual. And there's a lot of it. I love fun facts and have nothing against reading non-fiction. In fact, I think this author could write engaging and informative books on various subjects. Unfortunately, this overshadowed the actual story in the book - a story that had so much to say.

I have little to criticize about the characters. Most of them came across as strong personalities, and their stories were engaging. With more narrative and less factual content, I think this could have been an outstanding novel. But as it stands today, I can only give it 3 stars. However, it has a lot of potential, and I believe it can find its right reader out there. I would without doubt recommend this book to other people. It just was not for me.

The narrator of the audiobook did a fantastic job telling the story. He reads with enthusiasm and engagement, making it a pleasant listening experience.