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.
The things that get me are big, damn heroics.
Oh, word. The scene in the book I mentioned that gets me going is Big Damn Heroic, True Love Denied AND Granted (all at once) and...oh, god.
Yeah. Death, be not proud and all that, but give me a Stepping Up to Certain Death to Flip The Bird to Evil, and do with with a grin and grace? Despite the cost, despite having much in this world to cling to? And an author who isn't afraid to let that death be final and the cost be real?
Hell to the yeah.
"Personally, I kinda want to kill the dragon."
totally not a book, but...
I sob over Sgt. Bothari.
What was the line? I can't remember it. "I need my Bothari"?
I generally don't cry while reading, although I'm a complete sap with visuals.
This is me. The Sweet, Far Thing was unusual in getting me to sob until I had to lie down. I'm pretty sure I also cried during Deathly Hallows when Harry was heading off to fight Voldemort and the Marauders showed up.
Someone will have to set it off manually.
Oooh, I know this one! "Is that it? Are we done?"
I bawled like John Boehner at the end of Never Let Me Go.
What was the line?
This is the line that kills me:
But until I was four, almost five years old, I couldn't walk, only crawl. I spent a lot of time looking at people's knees. But if there was ever a parade, or something to see, I had the best view of anybody because I watched it from on top the Sergeant's shoulders.
