Also, was I the only one who didn't really care much about Bridge to Terabithia? I mean, someone died, womp womp. Yeah, it was sad, but I've read better. Meh.
When I was a child, it didn't take much to make me cry. These days, it takes a whole fucking lot to get any emotions out of me, and I can't remember too many books I've read as an adult that have made me shed a tear. There are, of course, exceptions, and these are the books that stand out in actually making me sob unashamedly.
This is the scene that made me cry for about 15 minutes straight. Emily has been reading her late husbands' memoirs, in which he has been recounting the day he proposed to her. She barely remembers that day, it was overwhelmed by her overbearing mother and Emily's own desire to just escape her mother's grasp and have her own life. Her husband's memories of the event are quite different:
"I thought I would go mad with desire when she presented that perfect ivory cheek for me to kiss. Had her blasted mother the courtesy to leave us alone for even a moment, I would have taken the opportunity to fully explore every inch of her rosebud lips. For that, I am afraid, I shall have to wait."
I closed the book and placed it on the table beside me. For a moment it felt as if I had been reading a particularly satisfactory novel in which the heroine had won the love of her hero. But I was the heroine, and the hero was dead, dead before I had even the remotest interest in him. I started to cry, softly at first, then with all-consuming sobs that I could hardly control. I went back to Philip's desk and opened the drawer from which I had taken his journal. In it I had also placed a photograph he had given to me shortly after our engagement. I pried it out of its elaborate frame, clutched it to my chest, and ran from the library, up the stairs to my bedroom.
A good Julia Quinn book (and there have sadly been none for awhile) is a thing of beauty. This is one of the Bridgerton Family series, and probably the best out of the 8 or so books featuring the family siblings. Michael has been in love with a woman since he first saw her, and it's just not meant to be, because that woman is meant to be his beloved cousin's wife. Said cousin dies, and thereafter lies the guilt of surviving, of inheriting his title, of desiring the widow. I don't summarize it well at all, but this book is just so well written.