This was a toss-up between The Book Thief by Markus Zusak and The Host by Stephanie Meyer. The Host won. I realize this means I found a book about the Holocaust written from Death's point of view less depressing than a book about aliens written by the author of Twilight, but while The Book Thief put me in regular cry zone, The Host put me straight into ugly cry, I can't go anywhere because I am too destroyed to function as a human being zone. If I tell you why it was so sad, I will straight up spoil it for you, and I just can't do that, so go ahead and read it with a box of tissues nearby. Plus, it's going to be a movie soon and you'll want to prepare yourself.
What other books are perfect for a good cry?
I found Mary Doria Russell's book (also about aliens), The Sparrow, good for a prolonged stretch of ugly crying. Ishiguro's Never Let Me Go made me bawl pretty hard for the last five pages, and that's after I'd already seen the movie and knew how it would end.
ReplyDeleteThe Book Thief didn't make me cry that much, but I loved it.