A lot of books make me sad, so I had to pick the few. I tried to avoid the obvious ones, like Marley and Me. Because, I mean, who doesn't get sad at that book?
A Dog's Purpose was a book I got in my Rhapsody book club order a few years back. It seemed like a nice enough read, and at the time I wasn't burned out on dog stories (which I am now). It made me cry the whole way through. And by the end, I was a mess. Buddy was too much for me. It was amazing to see life through a dog's eyes and really feel this was what dogs thought. To find out there's a sequel now, I am so conflicted. Do I want to read A Dog's Journey and continue crying my eyes out? Or do I just want to call it good with the first one.
The Time of My Life only made me cry because Patrick was writing about being so optimistic about his chances with cancer and how he looked forward to doing more episodes of The Beast. And then he died. It was like I was reading his thoughts from the grave. I almost had a breakdown.
Forbidden made me so sad because there was no way it was going to end well. You know there can't be a happy ending between a brother and sister falling in love. And there wasn't. It was heartbreaking. And for some reason, it didn't weird me out. Maybe because I tried to stay objective and look at things from their views, not my own. Anyway, I cried. And cried. And cried.
Somewhere In Heaven was a beautiful love story that made me sad because I just miss Christopher Reeve. He was the best Superman, I don't care what any of you say. He was a beautiful man with amazing talent, and he got such a raw deal. Bless his heart, I hope he's fighting Lex Luthor in heaven.