Ah, despair! We all love a funny romance with rakish pirates, but every now and then we want an author to rip out our heart and stomp all over it with pointy little stilettos.
When you read any other genre, the despair, the “black moment,” can be beyond painful. In romance, it can be cathartic because the reader knows when that forbidden box is opened and death, destruction, disease and despair fly out, at the end there’s a small fluttering instance of hope. It’s hope of a HEA, or at least a Happy For Now, which keeps us turning pages even as the tears roll down our faces.
The problem with discussing our favorite angsty novels is sometimes—usually—the despair moment is linked to a betrayal, or a disaster, or a Huge Reveal that would be a spoiler. I’ll discuss the black moments when I can without giving too much away, but if I just say, “Read this for a good weepfest!” you’ll have to trust me.
Linda Howard’s Cry No More begins with despair. A child is ripped from its mother’s arms and she spends the rest of the book trying to regain her lost son. This may be the ultimate despair moment. You can survive betrayal, you can survive the loss of your one true love, but can anyone survive not knowing her child’s fate? You will need your tissues. There is an amazing love story in this book, and it hits a lot of readers’ keeper lists for good reason. Even if you’ve had some less than positive experiences with this author’s novels, you’ll want to read Cry No More to experience despair.