Just a warning, this post has SPOILERS!!!!
I don't usually cry for too many books, possibly because I tend to avoid really sad books in general. I just don't cry for a lot of things. So, I had to think about this one for a bit. The last book I can remember crying for is The Fault in Our Stars by John Green. I would also like to mention that I have not seen the film version and I really have no intention to. I like the book by itself.
I had picked up this book at a secondhand shop a couple years ago and I didn't really know what to expect since I hadn't really kept up with the new releases in the YA genre for a bit. I did know that it was a sad book though.
I thought it was going to be Hazel from the very first chapter. I had prepared myself for it, but then, unexpectedly, it was Gus, and it absolutely gutted me. I don't think the tears really came until Gus gathered his friends together for his pre-death funeral and Hazel explained their beautiful, small infinity. I still think it's one of the most beautiful descriptions of love and how we always want more time, but it's about making that very short time together count.
I don't usually cry for too many books, possibly because I tend to avoid really sad books in general. I just don't cry for a lot of things. So, I had to think about this one for a bit. The last book I can remember crying for is The Fault in Our Stars by John Green. I would also like to mention that I have not seen the film version and I really have no intention to. I like the book by itself.
I had picked up this book at a secondhand shop a couple years ago and I didn't really know what to expect since I hadn't really kept up with the new releases in the YA genre for a bit. I did know that it was a sad book though.
I thought it was going to be Hazel from the very first chapter. I had prepared myself for it, but then, unexpectedly, it was Gus, and it absolutely gutted me. I don't think the tears really came until Gus gathered his friends together for his pre-death funeral and Hazel explained their beautiful, small infinity. I still think it's one of the most beautiful descriptions of love and how we always want more time, but it's about making that very short time together count.
“There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There's .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I'm likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn't trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful.” -John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
Ugh. Tears. Ugly crying late at night because I stayed up wayyy too long to finish the book.
Runner-Up:
Yup, the childhood classic by E.B. White, Charlotte's Web, where it will be the only time I ever cry over the death of a spider.