Give me something that will rip my heart out of my chest.

I want to SOB. I want to bawl my eyes out until there are no tears left. (I’m fine 🤣) the problem with this is that I just simply cannot cry at books. I didn’t cry at the Fault in our Stars, I didn’t cry at Sunrise on the Reaping (or any of the Hunger Games’s), I didn’t cry at any of the Harry Potters. I took to Fable looking for books to make me cry and they gave me A Thousand Boy Kisses, which not only didn’t make me cry, I vividly disliked it.

I have only ever read two books that summoned any tears to my eyes at all: Kingdom of Ash (the moment with Manon and the cousin before the Thirteen, you know), and The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo. I can’t explain why. Evelyn Hugo had me in a heap three separate times, all four times I’ve read it. And that’s one of the reasons that it’s my favorite book I’ve ever read.

It’s not that I’m not an emotional person- I cry at movies and music and a lot in real life! For some reason, I just can’t cry at books.

So give me your worst. Something that will leave me lying on the floor surrounded by piles of tissues. Something that will make me want to throw the book across the room in anguish. Something that will destroy me and change me and break me entirely.