*shamelessly lifted from LibraryThing forums*

I don’t think I’m a particularly weep-weep reader. I don’t have a sense of the last time I cried while reading. Not that I don’t get involved. I just haven’t been of the waterworks persuasion of late.

What books have made you softly (or hackingly) weep? The one that sticks out in my head is Plainsong by Kent Haruf. At the time (2001?) it seemed vastly profound; now I wonder if it was a bit saccharine–I mean, heck, it was converted into a made-for-TV movie. But it was the right thing at the right time.

I also remember getting choked up reading the climax of Neal Stephenson’s Cryptonomicon on the MAX coming into Goose Hollow when I was still in college.

Seems like there should be more. I read maniacally and I’m not made of stone.