Weirdly enough, nothing at all until I read a single chapter in a YA novel by Christopher Golden, part of the Prowlers series. Great read, and this one chapter just got to me where the characters are at a funeral. I'd never had such a visceral reaction to fiction before. And no, I'm not some inhuman monster, I get chocked up with a lot of different stories, but they never actually made me cry up until that point. Now, films on the other hand...the stupidest, sentimental, feelgood movie can make me well up
