What a great post from Josh! Several books have made me cry, including A PRAYER FOR OWEN MEANY and Mary Doria Russell’s THE SPARROW, but the only one that’s made me cry in public is Tim O’Brien’s THE THINGS THEY CARRIED, which I made the mistake of reading on an airplane when I unexpectedly became that crazy lady sobbing all over her reading glasses.

What a great post from Josh! Several books have made me cry, including A PRAYER FOR OWEN MEANY and Mary Doria Russell’s THE SPARROW, but the only one that’s made me cry in public is Tim O’Brien’s THE THINGS THEY CARRIED, which I made the mistake of reading on an airplane when I unexpectedly became that crazy lady sobbing all over her reading glasses.

The Art of Racing in the Rain and If I Stay got me too! Great post

The Art of Racing in the Rain and If I Stay got me too! Great post

Resilience by Elizabeth Edwards; The Mercy Papers by Robin Romm; and yes, Dewey: The Small-Town Library Cat Who Touched the World by Vicki Myron.

Resilience by Elizabeth Edwards; The Mercy Papers by Robin Romm; and yes, Dewey: The Small-Town Library Cat Who Touched the World by Vicki Myron.

The most recent read that brought me to tears was “Soul Survivor – The Reincarnation of a WWII Fighter Pilot”. I don’t usually cry when reading a book but this one did it.

The most recent read that brought me to tears was “Soul Survivor – The Reincarnation of a WWII Fighter Pilot”. I don’t usually cry when reading a book but this one did it.

The Time Traveler’s Wife. I was reading it on a train in Italy. Had to stop reading it once I got to the final chapters — knew I was going to lose it big time. And I did (but in private).

The Time Traveler’s Wife. I was reading it on a train in Italy. Had to stop reading it once I got to the final chapters — knew I was going to lose it big time. And I did (but in private).

I didn’t cry for any of those books, I have to admit. I honestly don’t remember the last time I cried while reading a book….

I didn’t cry for any of those books, I have to admit. I honestly don’t remember the last time I cried while reading a book….

I think that any book that cam make you FEEL something is a good one – tears are definitely a good sign!

Glad to hear that The Art of Racing in the Rain is a good one – I just convinced my book group to read it for our next selection.

This summer I read and reviewed Firefly Lane and cried three different times – now that’s a good book!

Great post – this might just be my next topic for my Top Ten Tuesday post..

Sue

I think that any book that cam make you FEEL something is a good one – tears are definitely a good sign!

Glad to hear that The Art of Racing in the Rain is a good one – I just convinced my book group to read it for our next selection.

This summer I read and reviewed Firefly Lane and cried three different times – now that’s a good book!

Great post – this might just be my next topic for my Top Ten Tuesday post..

Sue

The last book that made me cry was Joyce Maynard’s Labor Day. I was truly moved, then the Times panned it, calling it “sentimental.” Damn, I hate that.

The last book that made me cry was Joyce Maynard’s Labor Day. I was truly moved, then the Times panned it, calling it “sentimental.” Damn, I hate that.

I remember, as a kid, crying over WHERE THE RED FERN GROWS (by Wilson Rawls) and THE RED PONY (by John Steinbeck) and haven’t gone back to either since!

I cried over THE ART OF RACING IN THE RAIN (by Garth Stein) from the opening lines on (but overall I ended up feeling angry that I had been emotionally manipulated.)

This year I read WAITING FOR COLUMBUS (by Thomas Trofimuk) which had such a powerful denouement that I broke down, as did my husband who narrated it (in fact, you can hear him break down on the recording. He wanted to go back and “fix” it, but it was such an honest reading that when he tried to “pull back” it ended up sounded fake! So, the original reading stands…)

I remember, as a kid, crying over WHERE THE RED FERN GROWS (by Wilson Rawls) and THE RED PONY (by John Steinbeck) and haven’t gone back to either since!

I cried over THE ART OF RACING IN THE RAIN (by Garth Stein) from the opening lines on (but overall I ended up feeling angry that I had been emotionally manipulated.)

This year I read WAITING FOR COLUMBUS (by Thomas Trofimuk) which had such a powerful denouement that I broke down, as did my husband who narrated it (in fact, you can hear him break down on the recording. He wanted to go back and “fix” it, but it was such an honest reading that when he tried to “pull back” it ended up sounded fake! So, the original reading stands…)

Tanya, wait — your husband narrates the audiobook of Waiting For Columbus? Do tell — give us the link to buy! I don’t normally listen to books I’ve already read, but I this one I would.

Tanya, wait — your husband narrates the audiobook of Waiting For Columbus? Do tell — give us the link to buy! I don’t normally listen to books I’ve already read, but I this one I would.

I want to listen to WAITING TO COLUMBUS too!

I want to listen to WAITING TO COLUMBUS too!

I think you’re right, it’s that we get so engrossed with the characters over so many pages.

The Book Thief killed me, I cried my eyes out on a BA flight. Much to alarm of my fellow passengers.

His Dark Materials always gets me in three different places and then the end just finishes me off completely.

I think you’re right, it’s that we get so engrossed with the characters over so many pages.

The Book Thief killed me, I cried my eyes out on a BA flight. Much to alarm of my fellow passengers.

His Dark Materials always gets me in three different places and then the end just finishes me off completely.

I’m a constant cryer at books. It’s in my nature (and, yeah, that’s me that cried like a baby at IF I STAY).

But what kills me is that I am also someone who loves to go out to dinner with a book and I will apparently never learn that I will look like a tragedy if I bring the wrong book to a restaurant.

I sobbed into a Hoegarden with LOVE THAT DOG, wept into my turkey chili with a certain chapter of HUNGER GAMES, had to blow my knows 3 times while I read LOVE IS THE HIGHER LAW with a slice of pizza in my hand. The list goes on.

I just hope the day never comes that I let the embarrassment interfere with the joy of a book that makes you feel stronger than you thought possible.

(PS I agree, there is one page of THE ARRIVAL that makes me tear with joy every time I read it)

I’m a constant cryer at books. It’s in my nature (and, yeah, that’s me that cried like a baby at IF I STAY).

But what kills me is that I am also someone who loves to go out to dinner with a book and I will apparently never learn that I will look like a tragedy if I bring the wrong book to a restaurant.

I sobbed into a Hoegarden with LOVE THAT DOG, wept into my turkey chili with a certain chapter of HUNGER GAMES, had to blow my knows 3 times while I read LOVE IS THE HIGHER LAW with a slice of pizza in my hand. The list goes on.

I just hope the day never comes that I let the embarrassment interfere with the joy of a book that makes you feel stronger than you thought possible.

(PS I agree, there is one page of THE ARRIVAL that makes me tear with joy every time I read it)

“Tanya, wait — your husband narrates the audiobook of Waiting For Columbus? Do tell –”

Last April you mentioned WAITING FOR COLUMBUS in a blog/podcast. That’s all you did, mention it, but for some reason I became obsessed with it. I literally couldn’t wait until August to read the book, but I had no way to legitimately, personally, request an ARC from the publisher, so… I asked my boss to look into getting a galley. I was shocked when he came back and told me that our company had acquired the audiobook rights for the book!

The manuscript came to Blackstone and I was so excited, but I was soon thwarted in my attempts to pre-read it! My husband, who is the studio director for the company, always vettes the galleys in order to make casting choices. He got the first crack at WFC and after reading the first chapter, insisted that he himself was going to narrate! He pre-read the whole of the book and finished right before dinner one night. Fork midway between plate and mouth, he stopped, started crying and left the table. He walked the dog for an hour and a half. All because of WFC. Of all the books he has narrated, this had never happened before. When he came back from his “time-out” I suspiciously queried him as to whether the book was that maudlin. He shook his head and only said “You’ll see.”

I insisted on being the recording engineer for the book. We were in the booth. The first “land mine” (see Andrew Davidson’s review of the book at amazon.com) hit and I was affected, but okay. The second land mine hit and I could barely hold it together. Grover (my DH), even though he had already read the book, fell apart again. It is not maudlin, but beautifully and powerfully written. The book has become a very personal experience for each of us and both of us.

Even now, months after we cut the master, I can quote certain passages and there is one passage in particular which still sends me into a paroxysm of emotion. The book had another impact on me in a much more general way: I now search out books written by poet-novelists. I’ve come to appreciate Ondaatje’s and Margaret Atwater’s word crafting in particular, but it was Thomas Trofimuk’s words that found their way to my heart first.

Anyway, that’s probably way more than you wanted to know, but there it is.
For those who may be interested in the audiobook, the link is: http://drlinky.com/64e4b323

“Tanya, wait — your husband narrates the audiobook of Waiting For Columbus? Do tell –”

Last April you mentioned WAITING FOR COLUMBUS in a blog/podcast. That’s all you did, mention it, but for some reason I became obsessed with it. I literally couldn’t wait until August to read the book, but I had no way to legitimately, personally, request an ARC from the publisher, so… I asked my boss to look into getting a galley. I was shocked when he came back and told me that our company had acquired the audiobook rights for the book!

The manuscript came to Blackstone and I was so excited, but I was soon thwarted in my attempts to pre-read it! My husband, who is the studio director for the company, always vettes the galleys in order to make casting choices. He got the first crack at WFC and after reading the first chapter, insisted that he himself was going to narrate! He pre-read the whole of the book and finished right before dinner one night. Fork midway between plate and mouth, he stopped, started crying and left the table. He walked the dog for an hour and a half. All because of WFC. Of all the books he has narrated, this had never happened before. When he came back from his “time-out” I suspiciously queried him as to whether the book was that maudlin. He shook his head and only said “You’ll see.”

I insisted on being the recording engineer for the book. We were in the booth. The first “land mine” (see Andrew Davidson’s review of the book at amazon.com) hit and I was affected, but okay. The second land mine hit and I could barely hold it together. Grover (my DH), even though he had already read the book, fell apart again. It is not maudlin, but beautifully and powerfully written. The book has become a very personal experience for each of us and both of us.

Even now, months after we cut the master, I can quote certain passages and there is one passage in particular which still sends me into a paroxysm of emotion. The book had another impact on me in a much more general way: I now search out books written by poet-novelists. I’ve come to appreciate Ondaatje’s and Margaret Atwater’s word crafting in particular, but it was Thomas Trofimuk’s words that found their way to my heart first.

Anyway, that’s probably way more than you wanted to know, but there it is.
For those who may be interested in the audiobook, the link is: http://drlinky.com/64e4b323

A friend sent me this link. It’s by NY Times best selling author Steve Alten. The book deals with the 9/11 incident, calling for the 8th anniversary to figure out THE TRUTH BEHIND THE 9/11 ATTACKS ONCE AND FOR ALL. “THE SHELL GAME.”

http://rcpt.yousendit.com/728731397/8d8c0b1d73c997a9a0194e7bc638c8ae

A friend sent me this link. It’s by NY Times best selling author Steve Alten. The book deals with the 9/11 incident, calling for the 8th anniversary to figure out THE TRUTH BEHIND THE 9/11 ATTACKS ONCE AND FOR ALL. “THE SHELL GAME.”

http://rcpt.yousendit.com/728731397/8d8c0b1d73c997a9a0194e7bc638c8ae

Are we distinguishing between tears of joy and tears of sadness? Because in that case Katherine has a point with “The Arrival”. There’s a page there that will wring even the hardest of hearts.

Are we distinguishing between tears of joy and tears of sadness? Because in that case Katherine has a point with “The Arrival”. There’s a page there that will wring even the hardest of hearts.

I cried at the end of The Art of Racing in the Rain as well. I cried at the end of The Boy in the Striped Pajamas.
Twenties Girl by Sophie Kinsella actually got me a little verklempt at the end (which I read at the office in the lunchroom and I had to tell colleagues that I had something in my eye all afternoon).
And, ok, I’ll admit to crying at the end of Winnie the Pooh when Christopher Robin goes off to school and Pooh asks if he will remember him. *sniff*

I cried at the end of The Art of Racing in the Rain as well. I cried at the end of The Boy in the Striped Pajamas.
Twenties Girl by Sophie Kinsella actually got me a little verklempt at the end (which I read at the office in the lunchroom and I had to tell colleagues that I had something in my eye all afternoon).
And, ok, I’ll admit to crying at the end of Winnie the Pooh when Christopher Robin goes off to school and Pooh asks if he will remember him. *sniff*

I cried in front of a class when I read the end of “Stone Fox.” I still can’t even look at that book without getting a lump in my throat.

I also get a little weepy when I re-read “Little Women,” at the part where Beth dies. I am one of four sisters, so I really identified with the story. My sisters and I are pretty close, just like Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy.

I cried in front of a class when I read the end of “Stone Fox.” I still can’t even look at that book without getting a lump in my throat.

I also get a little weepy when I re-read “Little Women,” at the part where Beth dies. I am one of four sisters, so I really identified with the story. My sisters and I are pretty close, just like Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy.

The Yellow-Lighted Bookshop: A Memoir, A History by Lewis Buzbee made me cry when I read about the relationship between him and his fellow bookseller/mentor and how their friendship developed and endured through marriages, divorce, death and more. Its hard to find those types of friendships it seems and even harder to find these types of bookstores.

The Yellow-Lighted Bookshop: A Memoir, A History by Lewis Buzbee made me cry when I read about the relationship between him and his fellow bookseller/mentor and how their friendship developed and endured through marriages, divorce, death and more. Its hard to find those types of friendships it seems and even harder to find these types of bookstores.

The Book Thief and Flowers for Algernon. I’m not a big crier, but if those two don’t get you, I’m pretty sure you have no soul.

The Book Thief and Flowers for Algernon. I’m not a big crier, but if those two don’t get you, I’m pretty sure you have no soul.