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‘There was once a girl, and she lived…’

Lots of different places, apparently! I am now happily settled in the Quaint Borough of Guildford with Penelope. It's early days yet, but at no point in the past week has she cried aloud in terror and dawning madness, sprung from the sofa and thrown herself with a despairing cry into the abyss.

It is of course only a matter of time. As Anna is perhaps too lovely to testify, those whom the gods wish to destroy, they first make Sarah's flatmate.

Guildford has a pre-conquest church, and I have a pink phone I call Barbie. I have to say, symbols of anti-feminist oppression they may be, but I love me some Barbies. I collected the dark-haired Barbie's Friends and had them live in a glamorous upper-class brothel. (In many ways, I was quite a precocious nine year old.) Any of my Londonian people may have Barbie's number anytime they choose!

Home is lovely and college is lovely so far, though of course I am in a Strange New Place and feeling a little apprehensive and sometimes like I want someone to hold my hand.

I comfort myself with extravagant purchases like Pratchett's latest, Wintersmith. Which led me to think of the comforts and - more importantly - dreadful miseries to be found in fiction. Which leads me to a question. Which books have genuinely made you cry? I want to know, for I want to read them.

My Top Three Tearjerkers.

1. Thomasina by Paul Gallico

It is the story of a cat! Not a talking cat, but just a cat, and the way people around her react to her, the little girl who owns her, the little girl's stern veterinarian father, et cetera. It's just so well observed! And there's this one scene. And you really feel the sheer helplessness of an animal in the hands of humans. And I cried my fool eyes out!

2. A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens

If you've wasted your life, and it's nobody's fault but yours, and you have a double who has everything, including the woman you love. Would you hate him, or would you be noble and make Maya cry and blow her nose on the dog?

3. The Forsyte Saga by John Galsworthy

I never expected my True Love to be a middle-aged and then old, balding, respectable City man who is unable to inspire affection in his wife and commits one great act of cruelty and one enormous act of love. Yet there it is, and in New York I was crying so hard that my Scary Flatmate Who Wasn't Anna knocked on the wall and asked me to keep it down.

Tell me yours!


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May. 25th, 2009 11:24 pm (UTC)
I clearly fail at titling your posts clearly because I think that one was originally named 'There was once a girl and she lived...'

I'm sorry! Failure induced by brain-melt is not good. I hope the rest of them were clearer. (They seem to have been. Which is good.)

I do think I need to stop being so excited at the reappearing posts and commenting on them all though. It will look very weird for posterity.
May. 25th, 2009 11:29 pm (UTC)
Heh, some of them weren't titled and I am titling them now, it is entirely possible I am getting things quite wrong! Plus, I am still rather tired from my bout of hysterics. I blame myself, not you, you are an angel sent from above!
May. 25th, 2009 11:32 pm (UTC)
They are only titles - it is the words beneath that matter! And I am not surprised at the tiredness and hysterics. I am still agape and amazed at your ability to be so positive and efficient and generally wonderful as ever. I would still be curled up beneath my duvet weeping into my pillow wrapped in a fluffy pink towel were it me!
Jun. 9th, 2009 06:06 pm (UTC)
I'm loving re-reading your posts. Though this time I'm actually commenting rather than just basking in the awesome.
Jun. 9th, 2009 06:09 pm (UTC)
.....also...The Girl Who Played Go by Shan Sa made me cry. They loved each other but were on different sides of the war T-T
Jul. 21st, 2009 07:01 am (UTC)
I currently have four published books that make me cry. Every single time.

1. Fool's Fate by Robin Hobb
This one is self-explanatory, I remember your post about it when you read it. I nodded along the entire time and sniffled the whole way through. I was forbidden by my friends to bring Robin Hobb books to school after making the mistake of bringing it along to read after I finished a final once. Last time I read it, I was bawling my eyes out and sobbing, "No, Fool, no!" and my sister walked past and went, "EXCUSE me?" Then she decided, again, that I was irredeemably insane.

2. My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult
The twist ending caught me totally by surprise and I burst into tears when I turned the page and found what had happened. And then after the book was done I cried for at least another half hour.

3. A Time for Dancing by Davida Wills Hurwin
I was in a dance company for a number of years, and I don't react well to stories when the best friend dies. The combination of the two in this one, as well as her journey through chemo and eventually dying and the flashbacks, just...completely did me in.

4. The Book Thief by Marcus Zusak
I've read a lot of WWII books, but none of them quite like this one. I really identified with the main character, for some reason, and...it just...it made me cry. It's hard for me to say why but it did.

There's also one fanfic that has made me cry (Tales from the House of the Moon by Resmiranda, though The Way We Get By was close during the whole execution of Lucius thing), one movie, and one TV show.

The movie was Gallipoli. It's a World War One movie and it's Mel Gibson and I lost it in the middle of my history class. WWI hits me in a way that nothing else does.

And the TV show, just to round it out, was Torchwood season 3. I cried buckets and sobbed hysterically almost all of Day Five. I have subsequently retconned it from my personal universe.

And...that's it.
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