I’m not much of a crier… or so I like to think. I mean, honestly!! I’ve read a TON of books over the years (especially in the last three) and I can only recall a handful that affected me to full-blown tears. Oh sure, some of ’em made me teary-eyed, but I’m talking about the kind of tears that can’t be easily controlled with a dab or two. The kind that make your face crumple. Oh yah… you know it!! Once you face does that, you’re a goner. LOL! Some even went so far as to affect me to the point that I couldn’t cry, even though my whole emotional world was flipped on it’s head (The Hunger Games trilogy, Where She Went and even the latest book that I loved… “Stolen“). They affected me so much, and yet… I just stared. As if I was in shock. No tears. I think they blew my “tear-fuse”.
But I digress. This is my crying list.
I thought it would be fun to explore the eight books that affected me to the point of tears. Where I had to run and hide from my husband so he wouldn’t notice. Or where I had to get out of bed, and finish a book on the couch so that my sobs wouldn’t jostle him awake. It doesn’t always work. As much as I hate crying, when it comes to books, I’ve completely opened myself up to that. If someone says a book made them cry, that’s almost a magic word to me now. I’m always up for that kind of intensity, and ready for the challenge.
So here is my list (in the correct crying order)… I’d love to see yours!
New Moon (The Twilight Saga, Book 2) By Stephenie Meyer – As far as I can remember (book-wise) this is the first one that made me cry.
Oh don’t smirk!! So many of you cried with this one too!! I know it, ’cause wayyyy back when we were all Twilight newbies, this is the one scene that we couldn’t not discuss. You know the scene, it’s really not even a spoiler now, since the movie. But the book affected me so much harder, and I remember the tears just running down my face when I realized it was going to happen.
Edward dumps Bella in the woods. The whole part leading up to it (his acting distant)… oh yes. I saw it coming. But when it did, I felt her agony over it. I remember exactly where I was, when it happened. Reading in a nice cozy bubble bath (back then I was still reading print books, and so the most that could happen was that the book would get wet – that didn’t worry me much). Nice thing about reading in a bathtub? You can cry all you want and blame the soap in your eyes! That’s the only thing I miss about print books. Can’t bring my iPad in the bath with me. *sigh* (I didn’t review this one ’cause it was back in the days before my blog. Oh well).
Lover Unbound (Black Dagger Brotherhood, Book 5) by J.R. Ward
V’s book. Vishous was certainly one of my favorites, but he didn’t beat “Z” for me. ‘Cept “Zsadist’s” book didn’t make me cry. I probably got teary-eyed, with it (as I did with Rhage’s book), but out of all of the BDB books, the only one that had me mopping up my face with a box of Kleenex next to me was Vishous. And it wasn’t just one moment. That certain “hot chocolate” scene in the kitchen started me off. Full on crying… and I sniffled
and mopped pretty much all the way through, after that. Couldn’t be contained. I remember exactly where I was, for that one too. On my nice cushy bed, I believe it was a Saturday as it was the middle of the afternoon, bright sun shining through my window, and me, in the middle of a pile of used tissue balls, crying like a baby. At least I was quiet… ’cause for the next one… oh no. The sobs and the hiccups and the noises… ohhhh the noises. Check out my review here.
The Host: A Novel by Stephenie Meyer
I’d say that this is the book that had me crying the most, the hardest and the longest. To the point where my husband was simply baffled as to what to do. He’d never seen me do that before. On the couch. Sobbing. OUT LOUD! He said “So the book finally got good, did it?” (’cause I struggled through the first quarter of this very long read, telling him I was having such a hard time getting into it). I wailed “I haaaa-aa-aateee thii-iiissssss boo-ooo-oook!!! waaaaaaa!!!”
Other readers knew. They warned me. They kept telling me to power through, and once I was past the slow part, it would become an all-time favorite. And they are SO right. Once the angst, and the connections, and the hurt began, I was hooked. But when the waterworks started, I couldn’t stop ’em. My husband gently placed the book aside, and put on a funny movie. I felt so much better. Once the movie was done, I thought I had a handle on myself, and was ready to get back to my awesome story. But I didn’t have a handle on it at all. I swear from just a few moments back into my book, I started sobbing again. At that point my husband chuckled and left me to my own devices. Check out my review here.
How to Kill a Rock Star by Tiffanie DeBartolo
I think this one made me cry as much as The Host! And THIS is the one that forced me out of bed a little past midnight to sob alone, huddled in the corner of my couch, so as not to wake my husband. But I didn’t stop at just sobbing. Nope. I was furious, and decided to go on an email rant-bender, raving like a lunatic!! I let it all hang out for my reading-buddy to see when she woke up. *blush* I said bad words and everything!!
Still though, this too, is one of my all time favorite books forever, and I would recommend it to anyone who wants to fall in love with a rock star (or two), deal with the ins-and-outs of the music industry, and then get your heart fictionally broken. Fan-freakin-tastic book!! Check out my review here.
Lady Luck (Colorado Mountain Series) by Kristen Ashley
The interaction and “couple” issues in this one rang true, despite the unusual relationship circumstances. From the attraction, the getting-to-know-you stage, to the established “togetherness”. The conversations, the cuddling to the squabbles and huge misunderstandings.
And then there’s a certain heart wrenching scene. I thought I had arrived at the “crying point” a few times, the build-up was so intense. But when I hit *the scene*, I knew I was there. Silent tears, but tears nonetheless. My heart was aching. Check out my review here.
The Reluctant Dom by Tymber Dalton
A book that, at the time, was completely out of my comfort zone, and yet touched me deeply. Despite all of the scenes that I couldn’t relate to but read out of simple fascination and the entertainment value… something was coming. I knew it was, but I was quite distracted by everything else to simply let it simmer on the back burner. I thought I’d be okay when I got there. As a matter of fact, my husband’s noisy video game playing in my vicinity should have been enough to keep me somewhat grounded in the “real world”. To not allow me to become one with the book and the moody atmosphere. But the writing was such that I was right there with the characters.
And then it hit me. It sucked me in and nothing could change my focus. So how does a book about whips, ropes, and other stuff make one cry, other than in pain? Check out my review to find out. (P.S. The book is temporarily unavailable as the author is having it re-released shortly)
Slammed by Colleen Hoover
Another one of my favorite books forever!! I’d almost say the perfect book, as it had it all. Romantic intensity, some shock value, and emotional angst (on many levels), but I resisted the sad part. It was there, I was reading it. I was feeling it, but I was doing my best to fight it. My pathetic
attempts at remaining dry-eyed while this character’s world was evolving through an emotional crisis… simply a heartbreaking situation. And it was of no use. I went down. Cried and cried and okay sure…. I sobbed. And I stayed in bed with my sleeping husband that time!! Didn’t even care if I woke him! I think on an unconscious level, I just didn’t want to be alone right then. Check out my review here.
Connected (Twists of Fate) by Jolyn Pallata
Short, sweet and fun! Kind of fluffy even. So how did THIS one, with it’s lighter feel, make me cry, and not, say… hrmmm…the 3rd book in the Hunger Games? Well that one doesn’t count. Mockingjay was one of the ones that blew my tear-fuse.
But this one? I dunno guys, but it did! Okay, I did control it with a few easy tissue dabs, and my face probably didn’t squinch up, or anything… but a few tears made it to my cheeks, so it makes the list. I just know that at one point I was so connected with the characters that were connected, that I felt it. Big time! Sometimes it’s nice to have a nice casual cry with a book that isn’t so intense. Check out my review here.
The Opportunist by Tarryn Fisher
I didn’t cry at all… even when it got to the end (despite the painful romantic issues that came about). But despite my “no tears” success, I couldn’t stop thinking about the book. It was burned in my brain and I thought I had “understood” the ending, so why cry? All was well in good in my book world. Apparently… I was off. Way off. It didn’t take long before I realized my version of the “ending” was somehow… all in my head. My fellow reading enthusiasts began pointing out the obvious (I dunno how I missed that) and that’s when the tears started. At work. All. Day. Long. So yes. This is officially a book that made me cry, and cry hard for that matter. I mean, you know if you’re crying at work, it must be bad. Oh and… word to the wise. Don’t listen to the author’s book soundtrack if you’re trying to stop crying. Those songs just amplified my pain.
So I *think* that’s it so far. I have read plenty of heart wrenching books, where I felt the pain with characters (the list is long), but THESE are the ones that actually provoked a physical reaction out of me. And like usual… this list is a work in progress. I’m always looking for a book that makes me react (whether it be in anger, joy or full on tears), so I’d love to hear what one’s have affected you this strongly.
WOOPS!!! ONE MORE add-on (so now it’s officially TEN books that made me cry) and I’m a bit embarrassed because this totally seems like it so doesn’t fit here, but I dare any of you to pick this book up in a bookstore, and try to read it without crying in public. And I MEAN CRYING.
Love You Forever by Robert N Munsch
It’s a kid’s book and I have no idea why, but I was compelled to pick it up. While my husband perused techie books, and I was “supposed” to be checking out the romance section, I stood at a table, in the middle of a full Barnes and Noble and cried… and cried… and cried. Mopping my tears up as fast as they streamed down with my sleeves, but it was of no use. I know people saw me. And if they read the book I was reading… if they had ANY inclination as to the what book was making me react that way… they knew. They understood.