I must be cold-hearted, because I’ve read a lot of books, but the only one that ever made me cry was Misery by Stephen King. I won’t spoil it, but it was that part, the shocking and painful one.
Man, even just thinking about this book makes tear up a little. I can’t think of another book that’s affected as much as this one did when I was a kid.
Oh, god, if we’re going to include small children’s books, I’m sunk. I cannot get through On the Day You Were Born without great wracking sobs that scare my kids. Even just opening up that website to link to it made me catch my breath and two tears escaped before I could click back here right quick.
I’m not a cryer in real life, or at movies or television. Apparently, I am when it comes to books.
It may have been done before but I’ll start it anyway. Inspired by 'Movies that make you cry.
Only two books that I can think of have ever made me cry while reading them…
A Prayer for Owen Meany
And
The Art of Racing in the Rain - Just find it and read it.
And it seems I should have read further down the list, as I have started a duplicate topic…
Hey Mods! Can you lend a merge?
God, I’ve cried at most of these. I’m a crier when it comes to good literature. There are a couple that really stand out though -
*The Last Battle: one of the first books I remember crying at the end of. Not just because of the events of the book, but because I knew it was Over and there was no more to read. Kind of like having friends move far away when you’re a kid in the pre-internet age. You’ll always have your memories, but you’ll never know what else happens to them.
*Charlotte’s Web: How could you not?
*A Prayer for Owen Meany: I cry every time I read this book (and most of Irving’s novels, for that matter; Hotel New Hampshire is another big tear-fest for me). One of the things I love about Irving’s writing is that you can know the end of the book from the first page, and still wind up wracked with sobs when you get there.
*The Time-Traveler’s Wife: Ho-lee Moly. I was finishing it one morning when my husband left for work, sitting in the living room just bawling. “Why do you read these things?” he asked. “Because- it’s- so- good!” [sob]
I was reading The Little Match Girl out loud to my 6 year old nephew during a rather desperate time in our lives and I could barely choke out the final sentences. I was not familiar with the story before that; it’s heartbreaking. This is a fairy tale for kids?