Booking Through Thursday: Sniffle

What was the most emotional read you have ever had?

Of late, I’d say The Lord of the Rings, especially the ending. I’m a very easy crier, more so with film and television—something about the emotional power of music. I think I startled my father when I started crying a little during The Hobbit trailer when we went to go see Brave; but it was the highest definition I’d ever seen it in and “Over The Misty Mountains Cold”—if that doesn’t give you chills, I don’t know what does.

But I think the first time I cried openly (i.e., actual tears, not just tearing up, which I do all the time) over a book was Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I was twelve when it came out, but I was unable to go to the midnight release—I think we were travelling at the time, and my efforts to attend a local release were shot down. So when I did get it, I tore through it (did I ever tell you about the time I read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows in eight hours? Good times). I remember being curled up on my office chair (there was a good way to balance myself with my feet on the desk and my back half on the seat, which probably explains my hamstring issues), reading the death of a certain someone, and crying lightly. I mean, yeah, we’d had a big death in the previous book, but that character had been introduced and removed within the same book. My mother popped her head in to tell me to go take a shower (reading had taken precedence over my morning routine, but it was the summer), and looked startled to find that I was tearful.