I’m embarrassed to admit it, but I’m a crier. I cry at just about any kind of movie or TV show if I’m invested in the character’s journey. (Thankfully I’m NOT one of those who cries at Pampers and Tampax commercials.) Therefore it probably comes as no shock that I bawled writing certain scenes in Becoming Josephine, and again while writing Rodin’s Lover. But books for pleasure? In the past I straight-up avoided those that were going to break my heart. Why? Because to walk a painful path of a character I love sinks in deep and takes hold, never leaving me. I carry a shred of that pain around with me always. I really do. And who needs more pain?
But something changed in me when I became a writer. I found myself yearning to experience these books that would move me so deeply I would cry. I also wanted to LEARN HOW TO DO THAT as a writer. I suddenly needed, desperately, to elicit that response in my readers. So I’ve been seeking out those hard-to-read books if not to devour, to study. And I find myself asking these questions:
What combination of character traits and circumstances made me cry?
What sort of language did the author use to grab me by the throat and break my heart?
How did they set up the character arc? The plot points to really drive the knife in?
I read for rhythm and pacing, and those beautiful moments.
So yeah, my taste has changed over the last five years and I’ve grown braver in both my reading and my writing. As for a list of books that made me a cry baby?
Here are a few:
Children and cancer? Umm, no. That’s absolutely against my former code. Reading something like this reminds me of how fragile life is and how precious my children are, and, and, and… But I forced myself to read it. I had heard too many great things about it and I adore YA so I bit the bullet. Now? I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS NOVEL. I can’t tell you how glad I am that I read it. It’s beautiful and heartrending and hilarious. Made me cry and laugh my derrière off at the same time.
I could hardly get out of bed the next day after reading The Road by Cormac Mccarthy. Seriously. Not only was the writing mesmerizing, it was utterly gut-wrenching and I STILL ache for the father and son. (And for the love of all that’s holy, someone order them a pizza.)
And this book shook me to the core. Made me bawl and kept me on the edge of my seat at the same time–The Book Thief by Marcus Zusak.
There are so many more–The Time Traveler’s Wife, Burial Rites, Lovely Bones…I could go on, but I’ll spare you.
Do you like to cry while you’re reading? What are your favorite tear-jerkers?