I had a hysterical phonecall from DD last night - she's 19 and at University. I picked up the phone to the sound of sobbing and then:
"I can't BELIEVE you lent me that book when you KNEW I was feeling a bit low - I can't BELIEVE you didn't tell me that Henry was going to die, and I'm not going to finish it, I'm just not up to it. Do you ever think about other people's feelings?" and so on and so on.
I pointed out that she'd sat next to me on the sofa as I sobbed when I finished it, which may have been a clue, and she said "But you cry about anything!"
I officially give up - I am doing no more book-lending