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?
