Spoiler Angela's Ashes by Frank McCourt - Especially the part where the twins die. That whole part was so heartbreaking and just thinking about it brings tears to my eyes. Especially when the first twin dies, the second twin doesn't understand what's going on and he keeps calling for his brother (they're like 3 years old) ... and in the end, even though it is the "sickness" that got both of them, it is also presumed that the second twin really died because of a broken heart. And the fact that its based on a true story. Sundae - consider putting info like you posted in spoiler tags, like I show above. It may be that others are reading it or planning to and will see that information. The spoiler tag gives them a chance to avoid it.
"The Five People you meet in heaven." Its was a ball fest for me. I also found my self with some water in my eyes during "The Hunger Games". So I am a sap. Give me a break.
Thought I had already replied to this thread. I agree. Definitely Of Mice and Men. One of my fave books
I'm a weeper. List of books that made me cry... The Notebook (I'll be the first to admit that I got a little misty-eyed) Harry Potter (Dobby... *sob*!) Odd Thomas (I'll see you in service... *sob*!) The Giving Tree (Childhood classic - sobbing LOUDLY!) Can't think right now but I'm sure there's more
Bridge to Terabithia. That was soo sad. Not just because Leslie died, but the way Jess felt after her death. The Indian in the Cupboard (book I). Whenever I've reached the ending, I can't stop myself from bawling. It was a real tear-jerker the first time around especially.
I almost cried when I stubbed my toe on one of Steven Erikson's Malazan books. You seen the size of those?
The Boy in the Striped Pajamas was really sad. Didn't cry though. Good chance I might've. The only book I've cried reading (not counting when you're half-asleep and your eyes are watering from yawning) was The Tale of Despereaux. It still stands as one of my favorite books. I was in fourth-grade, and the child-like tragedy overtook me :redface:.
I sobbed my little eighth grade eyes out after reading Where the Red Fern grows. Those poor doggies. The fact that the death of my lab was still fresh on my heart made it even more depressing. That was the first and only time I've cried at a story.