I understand the incest squick, but I was neither surprised nor upset. They were raised as siblings, but always knew full well that there was no blood relation. And I actually expected it after all the mentioning in the first book of how neither dated, how they preferred sharing a room whenever possible, and in the hotel rooms on the road they pushed their beds together (to make more rooms for the computers, riiiiiiight). I appreciated it being just laid out and then left alone so sit and breathe without explanation or justification. They were such an integral part of each other, it seems natural and unavoidable. Without blood relation, the incest taboo relating to increased potential for genetic mutations is moot. I suspect the level of intimacy between them is necessary to fuel his immunity somehow.

I still hold that the fully grown clone thing is ridonk. I expect a dang good explanation of scientific development acceleration to explain away that one.

I expect the third book to resolve the whole WTF WHY CONSPIRACY questions. Cuz i also don't get why the CDC is so hellbent against a cure for the virus, and seemingly intent on wiping out most of the country (or world??) in order to keep it going in new, more virulent and resistant permutations. My brain not grasping the motivation there.

I sob like a little baby through the last third of Kay's "The Darkest Road" every. single. time.

SOB. Not little trickling tears, but a full-on snot fest. I did it at 14, I do it at 38.

And I went to go crawl on Dan and sob happily on him for a while -- he was sprawled on the couch, playing Harry Potter...and I kinda accidentally kneed in in the balls. A little.

He asked me to warn him next time I read it, so he can wear a cup.

Heh, Erin, sounds like me reading Pawn in Frankincense. 'cept for the balls thing.

No seriously, ten years after I read PiF the first time I thought, "Well, I know what's coming ahead of time, I'll be fine." Wrong. I won't read it again. Well, not unless I need really badly to cry and can't manage it otherwise.

I HAVE read it before, just for emotional catharsis.

The second time I re-read it, I was all "I'll be totally cool..." and then BOOM, ridiculous rivers of tears just pouring down my face.

I KNOW it's florid and baroque in places, I know it's a flawed first series...but my god, I so DON'T care. I just finished it again, and I'm a happy wreck. I love it so much.

I've never heard of Pawn in Frankincense, and now I'm going to look it up.

I'm curious, y'all -- what book or story makes you sob like a sobbing thing, every time?

what book or story makes you sob like a sobbing thing, every time?

The Velveteen Rabbit.

I've never sobbed over a book.

But I did gasp and feel almost faint at the reveal in The World According to Garp when Garp said, "I mith him."

I am not sure this would happen to me now, but I was sobbing "Nothing gold can stay" at the end of the Outsiders.

I sob at the end of Anne of Green Gables, every time.

Diane Duane's Book of Night With Moon. YA fantasy, part of the Young Wizard's series, from the cats' point of view, and there's a part that I can't even describe without breaking down, and I'd rather not explain that at work.

I get a little sniffly every time I read Beth getting the piano from Mr. Lawrence in Little Women.

Other books that made me sob, although I don't reread them, are My Sister's Keeper, The Time-Traveler's Wife, and The Sweet, Far Thing (although I probably will reread that trilogy at some point). Also cried more than once reading The Hunger Games trilogy.