If psychology could be used as a weapon
and it had been used
in your neighborhood
on you -
would you be able to tell?

Don't Make Me Cry propels you through Daly's experience as he unravels his memories. Catalyzed by the receipt of a single odd letter, he ventures through the fog of thirty years of mis-remembered events - to ultimately re-live in his mind the actual, brutally overwhelming events themselves. But, unlike many memoirs, this one doesn't become self-indulgent and introspective. Instead, it lays out for the reader just what happened and Daly's reactions to it all, and the reader may or may not infer the connections.

However, as cultural critic Philip Kobylarz warns:

"Some things cannot be unremembered. Such is the case with Tom Daly's memoir of love gone really, really bad..."

"...the words are shocking to mildly put it. What unveils through the course of the narrative is a Manson-esque torture scenario...

"Part psychological thriller as the dust jacket indicates, part murder mystery without a literal murder, Don't Make Me Cry is a tale that proves for an eternity that the weirdness of our society often apexes in the sunny little corners of suburbia..."