Title: The Weight Of Rain
Author: Mariah Dietz
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: October 27, 2015
Synopsis
Sunny's Review:
This book is pretty good. There are a lot of positive things in here that might seem small to a lot people but it made me like the book and characters even more. I don't want to give a lot away because I hate when I read a review and they tell me the whole story. I really like the characters. They are very real and honestly I am not a huge fan of insta-love. Lo was a great character. She has a lot of flaws but they are flaws that we all have. She is strong girl that has to fend for herself. I like that the book deals with bullying. Mercedes was super annoying in the beginning but I think most 10 year olds are annoying. As the book progressed so did my tolerance and feelings for Mercedes. All of the guys in the book were pretty great. They all seemed like they would be great older brothers to have and I would probably enjoy hanging out with them.
I feel like if I add anymore it will turn into spoilers so you just have to trust me on this one. Go get this book. I am giving 4.3 stars out of 5!
Darra's Review:
I have read a few of Mariah's books before and liked them. So when this opportunity came about to review the book, I couldn't pass it up. First off, I truly enjoy the authors characters. Never over the top and ridiculous. In many books it is the dramatic characters that make the story. The Weight of Rain does not need that. They are the people that are real(not actually, but you could imagine).
This is so idiotic of me, but I extremely disliked Mercedes at the beginning. There is always a reason why kids are that bad. So the further you read, the more you love her. Heart of gold that is missing a mother that can't be there.
Onto Lo and King. The synopsis is really vague. Looking for the person that got away and then just shows up at King's door just by chance(this evolves) seemed too good to be true. They were not the couple with googlely eyes, over the top couple. Refreshing to read a story that over time feelings change. All people are not the same. This is the case with the two. However sometimes that is what makes two people enjoy about each other.
Liked both of those people. You will also like the rest of the crew. That may be another reason it book was great. It is like a family of friends that surrounds Lo. Something she was in dire need of.
I could rewrite another synopsis, however it would be too long. I would give the book a 4.4. A light read that is enjoyable and not dark and over the top.
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Excerpt
“Why are you fidgeting again?” Allie’s scolding is in the form of a whisper but still reaches my ears as a yell because I know by the sharp look in her eye that she’s ready to stab me with a pin if I don’t stop.
“Sorry,” I whisper. I work to ignore an itch on the back of my neck and another on my shoulder. As I think about how much I hate standing still and why I didn’t see King at all today though he always works in the home office on Fridays, I feel several more tickles across my skin that arise because I know I can’t move.
My eyes scan over the large space that we’re filling. There are at least two hundred other students in here, each with a model who, like me, is standing atop a crate, making a select few of us even more uncomfortably tall. Several people look perfectly relaxed as they stand completely still, their shoulders back and chins raised as though they’re already on stage. My eyes trace over each of them, noticing their poise, boldness, and beauty.
“She’s really pretty.”
Allie’s looks up at me with minimal interest. “Who?”
“The girl over there with the dark blond hair.” I nod in the direction of where she’s standing.
“You’re an artist, Lo. She’s definitely pretty, but her confidence is what makes her stand out so much.”
Allie’s comment makes me stare longer at the girl, noticing her eyes are a little too close together, and her forehead too short to be what is believed to be the definition of attractive. It brings me to hate those ignorant facts even more because she is beautiful, and I’m grateful she seems to believe so without meeting the dictated standards.
“Lo,” Allie hisses in warning, making my hand drop from where it’s rubbing across my mostly bare thigh.
“You should really consider asking Kenzie.”
“I would have if I had known you have ADHD. What’s with you?”
“I don’t know.”
“It’s because you can’t draw, huh?” My attention drops to Allie as she places another pin along the hemline.
“That’s definitely not helping.”
“When do you think you’ll be able to hold a pencil again? Are your professors freaking out?”
“I don’t know. I’m hoping by the end of this week so I can draw while I’m home for Christmas.”
“Are you excited?”
Her gaze remains fixed on the dress as I raise my eyebrows, her question sinking into my thoughts. “I guess. I don’t know.”
“You don’t talk about your family much.” Allie’s eyes dart to mine for just a fraction of a second, but I’m sure it’s long enough to notice mine working to evade contact.
“There’s not a whole lot to say.”
“What happened to your mom this week?” I feel her briefly glance up again before moving her hands to a new spot where she begins measuring the fabric for the next pin.
“Something came up. I’m sure I’ll see her after the holidays. You know how this time of year is.”
She places a white chalk pencil between her teeth and nods slowly as if debating that it’s the correct response. She frees it again, intently focusing on the fabric, and places a careful mark. “You aren’t mad?”
I shrug, earning a glare from her that I return with a frown. Her lips fall open into a laugh. “You just need to focus on someone and mentally draw them; otherwise, you’re never going to make it out of here tonight, at least not without a thousand pinholes.”
My neck twists as I look around the room again. There are so many people in here. So much beauty, anticipation, desire, and passion: things I seek for my own inspiration, yet when I close my eyes and start sketching lines across my imagination, they don’t make up anyone that’s in here. I think I’d be surprised at this point if they ever do again. There are times like yesterday when I genuinely wish I hated him. Hell, he’s been a jackass to me enough that I could justifiably say I do, and anyone would be able to understand where I’m coming from. Then again, that would also require having someone to discuss my feelings for and interactions with him.
I wish I hadn’t been exposed to the kinder sides of him.
I wish I didn’t see how he acts around Mercedes to witness his unconditional love for her.
I wish my memories of that night were fading rather than becoming clearer.
I wish I wasn’t falling for this asshole.
I wish he’d fall for me.
About The Author
Mariah Dietz lives in Eastern Washington with her husband and two sons that are the axis of her crazy and wonderful world.
Mariah grew up in a tiny town outside of Portland, Oregon where she spent the majority of her time immersed in the pages of books that she both read and created.
She has a love for all things that include her sons, good coffee, books, travel, and dark chocolate. She also has a deep passion for the stories she writes, and hopes readers enjoy the journeys she takes them on, as much as she loves creating them.
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