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.
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."
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 am a sucker for:
- But you won't have enough fuel to get back.
- Someone will have to set it off manually.
- Run. I'll hold them off.
- "It is a far, far better thing I do than I have ever done."
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.
"Is that it? Are we done?"
I know I'm supposed to know what this comes from. I don't.
First book I remember crying while reading is A Lantern In Her Hand. And then Where the Red Fern Grows.