Title: The Weight Of Rain
Author: Mariah Dietz
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: October 27, 2015
One night changed my life—one that I barely remember. When I close my eyes, my mind paints a picture of his smile and shades the contours of his hands, the deep scar around his bicep. I'm an artist, yet my hands are unsteady. With his presence, he has unknowingly broken that something inside of me that makes me who I am. Being around him is like standing in a rainstorm. First the drops tickle my skin, and then they coat me, refusing to be ignored. Finally, they soak into me, reaching parts of me I don’t think anyone has ever touched. When dreams turn into reality, will the picture in my mind transfer to paper?
I absolutely adored this book. From the characters to the dialog to the storyline itself, this is just a well rounded, well written book. I really enjoy Mariah Dietz's writing style. She is so easy to follow and her stories always flow really well. From the very first page, this book held my interest. I did not want to put this book down once I got started.
The Weight of Rain begins with Lauren, "Lo", trying to remember the name of her one night stand. She is trying to find out who he is so that she can find him. They just hit it off really well. He wrote his number on her hand, and wouldn't you know it, part of it smudged off. Thus, her quest to figure out who he is and how to get in touch with him. When the two finally find each other, sparks fly. Not the kind that you're thinking. King and Lo have a definite love hate relationship with a delicious underlying sexual tension.
Lo and King themselves both have strong personalities. Their banter with each other and with other characters was witty, clever, and had me cracking up A LOT. So many parts of this book was just downright enjoyable and fun. There were a few times that my heart hurt for the characters though and I felt indignant on their behalves. The author did a great job of balancing the humor and the more emotional aspects of this story. It really just flowed seamlessly.
I found the BMX aspect of this book very intriguing. I love a book with a new subject matter and BMX really doesn't get a lot of attention. It was a pretty awesome addition to the story. There were some things in the story that I wish the author would have delved into a little more. I was left with some questions, hence the 4 Hearts rating. While the Weight of Rain is a stand alone, I could see the potential for a series of standalones. There were so many interesting characters that I would LOVE to see get their HEA.
“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.
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.