Five. Why is it that whenever I list a number of things in a post, it’s five? Seriously, I’m not planning it this way guys. Perhaps five is simply an attainable number both when writing lists and reading them.
Arguably one of most wonderful things a book can do for you is make you cry. Of course, it’s not the most wonderful emotion, as crying tears of joy or tear of sadness hurts and is often connected to a life-changing event… but it’s so raw. There is a certain sense of connection felt when you cry over something.
And if you’ve managed to cry over a hunk of pages, no doubt something is happening there. What is it that makes us cry over cut paper with words on it?
Let’s discuss that. Some people rarely cry over books. Some people cry over every book they read. It’s a personality thing, and I’m somewhere in the middle.
I thought it would be fun to list out five of the books that made me cry, and then we can look at the common threads that forced tears from my eyes and emotion from my chest.
As a fair warning, however, this post does contain slight spoilers for some of these books. I’ll make sure to list the title beforehand, thought, so you can check to see if you’ve read it or not. I hate spoilers, too.
I’ll count down from how hard I cried over each book (it can’t get lamer than that, folks)
5. Siren’s Song by Mary Weber
…until, that is, the end. The battlefield. Myles. Nymia nearly dying. Okay, so I seriously thought she was dead. This is the twenty first century and, well, sometimes the main character dies after you spend three books trotting around with them.
That whole scene tugged at me. I couldn’t help but thing of the future she was sacrificing, the happiness, peace, …Eogan…
4. Resist by Emily Ann Putzke
You might not be familiar with this one, but Resist tells the story of the White Rose Resistance. They were a group of German college students that stood up to the Nazis during World War II by writing pamphlets, and in the end, paid the ultimate price.
I knew it was coming. It was so obvious what was coming, and I’d known about the White Rose before reading this book but yes still… I cried.
You know what did it? This quote from Sophie Scholl, brother to one of the main pamphlet writers:
I highly, highly recommend this book, by the way. You can get it here. And that’s not an affiliate link.
3. A Time to Rise by Nadine Brandes
I got weepy at times throughout the series (and yes, the first book… Jude…*sigh*) But after traipsing across the globe, bearing their struggles with them and the ENDING, I sobbed. It was over. It was so good.
2.Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by J. K. Rowling
I remember a long, long time ago, when I was a wee thing of eleven or twelve, sitting in the top of my bunk bed reading. What was I reading, you ask, that made me cry? the Deathly Hallows.
For the third or fourth time.
I feel more okay about spoiling this one, since it’s Harry Potter, but beware: spoilers ahead.
Do you remember when Harry goes into the Forbidden Forest, opens the darn snitch and finds the resurrection stone and all of the ‘ghosts,’ come out? MY HEART. He talks to Sirius, to Lupin… all these people who died too soon, who still had lives ahead of them. All these people who had been in Harry’s lives and thoughts for all these years… and Lupin was going to have a son to raise…
My heart. I remember tears streaming down my cheeks and just soaking in that the sadness…
only to have my mother walk in and me have to explain that I was alright, that I was just reading this Harry Potter book again and it was making me wonderfully sad.
1.Les Miserables by Victor Hugo
This may seem like a odd choice, seeing as the brick is over a thousand pages long. How could you cry at a book that’s over a thousand pages long?!
Because you have a thousand pages to bond over each of the miserable character’s lives and loves and stories and hurts and goals and MERGH.
The end, with Jean Valjean? Okay, I’ll be honest, I wasn’t expecting it at all. My heart was bursting the whole time and I finished the book wracking in sobs and blowing my nose I want to cry just thinking about. (and listening to ‘The Epilogue’ on the Les Mis soundtrack…)
In conclusion, I cry at the injustice. After getting into these characters heads and falling in love with them, when things happen that just aren’t fair, that reflect the pain and heart ache in our real world.
So the moral of this blog post? Write people, real ones, that you can connect with. Let us feel apart of their story and become immersed in their world and struggles. Make them deep, make them real and make them relatable, so we can cry when the time comes.
And because you stuck around, here’s a pie chart. Because pie XD: