Is it wrong that the only book to ever make me cry proper real tears . . .

I considered name changing for this clanger on my first foray into adult fiction, but will wear my shame with a sort of honest pride.

I cried my eyes out reading Jilly Cooper's Pandora when Visitor the Labrador dies on the mean streets of London and poor, blind and homeless Alizarin doesn't even realise because it's so cold anyway.

Am I the only one that cried when reading the harry potter books?

Well,a burrow might be quite comforting and womb-like,ChubFuddler yes/no?

Sounds like the end of The Once and Future King by TH White - an old Arthur in his tent at before the battle of Camlann,where we know he is going to die - sniff- remembering his childhood and all the animals Merlin showed him,and then Merlin comes ,after years away.... this reduced me to tears as a teenager,to such an extent that my Mum appeared from her room (was reading late at night in bed) to ask me whatever was wrong! I think she was expecting proper teenage angst,not "Sob,sob Arthur,sob Merlin....it's so sad...!"
Actually the thought of the Elves leaving Middle Earth forever and knowing I would never see one,ever,now, made me all weepy.Luckily not out loud as I was in a Maths lesson at the time.

I won't read books which I think will make me cry so have never read Black Beauty or Watership Down...

The last book in the His Dark Materials trilogy made me cry like a baby - I was soooo sad for Will and Lyra, and also the part where they had to separate from their daemons. I felt their pain.

I am also slightly to admit that New Moon made me cry, a lot, the first time I read it. When I re-read, after having read the rest of the books and realising what a manipulative controlling creature Edward is I just got angry with Bella for being so sad.

'family' by susan hill. I must have read this about 12 times but I really really cry everytime she recounts Imogen dying. So so brilliantly written.

chubfuddler

I hope that when I die, it is like the last page of watership down. But not in a burrow, obviously.

cartblanche You've got me going at that. Haven't read that for years. I sincerely wish and hope that death is like that for humans too. Peace and love!

the end of 'Love in the time of Cholera'

The last page of Watership Down, I haven't looked at it for years (10, 20?)

One chilly, blustery morning in March, I cannot tell exactly how many springs later, Hazel was dozing and waking in his burrow. He had spent a good deal of time there lately, for he felt the cold and could not seem to smell or run so well as in days gone by. He had been dreaming in a confused way something about rain and elder bloom when he woke to realize that there was a rabbit lying quietly beside him -- no doubt some young buck who had come to ask his advice. The sentry in the run outside should not really have let him in without asking first. Never mind, thought Hazel. He raised his head and said, "Do you want to talk to me?"
"Yes, that's what I've come for," replied the other. "You know me, don't you?"
"Yes, of course," said Hazel, hoping he would be able to remember his name in a moment. Then he saw that in the darkness of the burrow the stranger's ears were shining with a faint silver light. "Yes, my lord," he said, "Yes, I know you."
"You've been feeling tired," said the stranger, "but I can do something about that. I've come to ask whether you'd care to join my Owsla. We shall be glad to have you and you'll enjoy it. If you're ready, we might go along now."
They went out past the young sentry, who paid the visitor no attention. The sun was shining and in spite of the cold there were a few bucks and does at silflay, keeping out of the wind as they nibbled the shoots of spring grass. It seemed to Hazel that he would not be needing his body any more, so he left it lying on the edge of the ditch, but stopped for a moment to watch his rabbits and to try to get used to the extraordinary feeling that strength and speed were flowing inexhaustibly out of him into their sleek young bodies and healthy senses.
"You needn't worry about them," said his companion. "They'll be all right -- and thousands like them. If you'll come along, I'll show you what I mean."
He reached the top of the bank in a single, powerful leap. Hazel followed; and together they slipped away, running easily down through the wood, where the first primroses were beginning to bloom.

SOB SOB from the age of 10 and even now into my 40s...

timetosmile - which Archers storyline did that to you?

I want to add "The Mousehole Cat" to the list. I wobble when I read it. And even tear up if I think of it.

Dear Greenpeace - Simon James - sob!

Oh and in Cranford when captain brown dies

Oscar wildes fairy tales. (I know it sounds pretentious but believe me they make me do big gulpy sobs).

I gave the book to my dd a couple of years ago to read in the car (thinking it was just me who was the big wuss) and two stories in I had to pull over & comfort her - she was about 12 at the time.

Oh Looooord. I sob at so many books.

All of the Casson family novels. Not sad tears, but "oh aren't humans lovely things" tears. The same in Anne of Green Gables when Anne breaks her ankle and is being carried home, and Marilla sees her and isn't sure if she's badly hurt.

The paragraph is: "At that moment Marilla had a revelation. In the sudden stab of fear that pierced her very heart she realized what Anne had come to mean to her. She would have admitted that she liked Anne--nay, that she was very fond of Anne. But now she knew as she hurried wildly down the slope that Anne was dearer to her than anything else on earth."

Also the James Herriot story with the abused dog, and they're going to put it down, and then the old lady volunteers to take it, and nurses it back to health, and it turns out to be a lovely beautiful golden retriever, and every time she sees the vet she says "Mr Herriot, haven't I made a difference to this dog" and she's so proud and the dog is so happy.

The Velveteen Rabbit.

Oh god Dogger gets me every time and 'Annie Rose is my little sister'. At the right time of the month even 'An evening at Alfie's' gets me. Damn Shirley Hughes.

The film that made me cry more than any other is 'My Dog Skip' though so I may have a problem. Also cried buckets at 'Marley and Me' (book not film)

Black Beauty reigns though. If I want to cry I just think about the last chapter. No need to dig it out and actually read.

Yikes, see? :(

Try "A Mummy for Owen" and "My Friend Harry". Sob.

(that was just imagining what it will be like when dog or horse die, argh, don't think about it)

I started reading Goodbye Dear Friend on a train and big splashy tears starting landing on page one so I had to put it away

p.s. LOVE Michael Morpurgo, especially the Butterfly Lion!

and private peaceful if we are talking Morpurgo

I cried a lot reading Marley and Me too, and then was stupid enough to give the film a whirl

Blimey - has no one read the Hunger Games???!!! Although I sort of realise I'm re-living my own teenage angst when I read it, but in a much more escapist kind of a way. Shamefully realy enjoyed those books on lots of levels... despite the fact that I know that lots of people will say that there was only one level on which it could be enjoyed... I suppose I'm a stifled 15 year old at heart...... [no blushing emoticon???!?]