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I think the better question for me is: What books haven’t made me cry? Kidding! Kind of.
When I was 6 or 7 years old, I was watching a movie with my parents, and I looked over to see my mom crying. It wasn’t a particularly sad movie…in fact, if my memory serves me, it was an animal movie, and I asked my mom why she was crying. She said, “I’m crying because I’m happy.” Now that really boggled my mind at the time! As an adult now, though, I totally get it.
Basically, I’ll cry if I’m happy or sad.
I don’t cry all the time; something really has to touch me emotionally for me to shed some tears. But isn’t that the point of a story? To touch us in some way emotionally?
Recently, when I was reading The Wednesday Sisters, I cried almost every time I picked the book up. But what was so amazing was that oftentimes I was crying because I was happy. The author has an amazing ability to let you see into the different relationships that the characters have: between each other, with their husbands, and with their children. Usually I would cry when the characters would interact with their husbands…women generally express their emotions more freely; men tend to be more stoic. To see how the author laid out those relationships for us…it made me cry seeing the men be tender, scared, thoughtful, loving, etc.
Here’s a list of books that have made me cry:
- The Wednesday Sisters by Meg Waite Clayton
- Did I Expect Angels? by Kathryn Maughan
- The Vanishing Point by Mary Sharratt
- The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd
- Bel Canto by Ann Patchett
- The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold
- One Thousand White Women by Jim Fergus
- Any Jodi Picoult novel (sorry Picoult Haters!)
- Any Maeve Binchy novel (though they probably wouldn’t make me cry now, they did when I read them)
What books have made you cry?