I cried repeatedly throughout The Book Thief. I had to stop reading sometimes I was crying so hard. And then again when Mark of Mark Reads read it.
Literary Buffistas 3: Don't Parse the Blurb, Dear.
There's more to life than watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer! No. Really, there is! Honestly! Here's a place for Buffistas to come and discuss what it is they're reading, their favorite authors and poets. "Geez. Crack a book sometime."
I don't think George Orwell was going for a tearjerker, but when poor Boxer gets taken to the glue factory when he thinks he is going to retire, I cry like a baby. I am even tearing up right now. Poor, loyal Boxer.
I sob over Sgt. Bothari.
Oh, poor Bothari.
It's so hard to read some books in public, because if you start crying someone is bound to say "are you all right?" and then they look at you funny when you say "It's just the book I'm reading."
Leave me to my emotional catharsis, people!
Poor, loyal Boxer
totally
Though the best moment is when Bigwig drags himself up and says, "My Chief Rabbit told me to stop you here." And the other rabbits go, "Shit! He's *not* the Chief Rabbit??? There's someone *he* takes orders from???"
Man, I love that scene. I love Bigwig.
My niece called me this morning looking for a copy of Deathly Hallows: she just finished HBP last night and said she cried, even though she knew what was coming.
Deaths in books don't usually make me cry, unless it's animal deaths. Kill a dog or a horse and I'm all sniffly. The thing that gets me is a last-minute rescue, like the arrival of the Rohirrim at Minas Tirith.
There have got to be some...I know there must be. But none of them work as well as "Where Wallace at, Stringer?"
The things that get me are big, damn heroics.
In 5th grade one of my classmate's mom came to read to us every week. She read Where the Red Fern Grows. EVERYONE in the class room was crying. Even the guys, struggling so hard to be dudes, couldn't stop the tears.
I sob every time i watch The Last Unicorn. When i was little, it was when all the Unicorns come pouring in at the end. As an adult watching with my sister, it was over Maggie's misery and the "why do you come to me now, when i am THIS?!?" And at the end. Ok, not a book, but still. Oceans of tears.
The things that get me are big, damn heroics.
Yeah, I rarely cry over character deaths; I am more apt to cry at beautiful, selfless gestures. Like the Class Protector Award.
Yes, noble gestures do it for me every time. In Glory, when Shaw tells the soldiers they are not being treated fairly and are free to go and they are all there the next morning. And when they are marching to the battle and the racist guys yells out "Give 'em hell, 54!" and the other men take it up. Oh, the waterworks.