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Originally Posted by vivaldirules
For me, it may have been The Yearling probably when I was about 12. For my wife, I'm sure it was Charlotte's Web. For one of my daughters (who are both almost 21), I think it was the last Harry Potter book, although I may have it confused one of the other ones where some character died.
Since I'm a manly adult male, I now cry all the time. I recall crying through parts of Arundhati Roy's The God of Small Things. Some of James Herriot's stories will bring me to tears either out of joy or sorrow. And some novels by James Joyce or Hermann Hesse will break me up (while others might cry if they were forced to read them). Most often, it will happen when I am particularly moved by poetry (again, either joy or sorrow) or by grieving for those who have suffered as I'm reading an historical account or treatise (e.g., Gandhi's accounts of South Africa).
I also cried (or, at least, I should have) when I read Madam B.'s post and almost every time I read one from Marc.
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You actually LIKE Joyce!?