Cry

I finished a book today. I know all of you that know me are looking at your computer screen and your eyes have rolled up inside your head and your thinking to yourself, in the most sarcastic voice ever, "She finished a book! Amazing. She did that yesterday too." or something along those lines. But really and truly this book made me think, and it made me cry.

I don't often cry when reading books. I'm not an emotional reader. But more recently I've compiled a list of books that have actually made me cry. It's an impressive 5 books, but still. The five books are: Firefly Lane (not recommended for people under the age of 14 and not at all for boys), A Walk to Remember (ditto), Where the Red Fern Grows, Hunger Games, and The Last Song (Again, ditto). These books, out of any others I can remember have made me cry.

Quite honestly, as I have said before, I don't cry while I read books. I don't make any show of emotion most of the time. So when these books made me cry, you'd see why this is odd. As I pondered the nature of each of these books they carry one aspect that makes them the book they are. This aspect is that of the fact that a character dies. Whether it's a dog, a father, mother, friend, wife, husband, etc. Somebody dies. It isn't exactly the fact that the person dies it's the reactions of the family and friends.

The family and friends are always cut up because the person that died has been and integral part of there life. The saddest part of these books is that they have to move on and that's definitely the hardest part. And they have to do it without that special person by there side. That's what makes me cry.

In three of these books the cause of death is cancer. I have never lost anybody really close to me to cancer. True, Madey did die of Cancer, but I didn't know her very well. I know Hillary better. But to me I can't even imagine seeing a loved one go through all the pain that cancer and its treatment could cause. I can't imagine seeing my loved one's body slowly deteriorating. it seems so tough to me. That and the death itself. to realize that that special person is no longer a member of your family. That you will never see them again, or in a Latter-Day-Saint's case, until the Eternities, Would be so difficult. How could you go on? But I've seen the Slaughter family move on. It is utterly amazing to me.

I guess you are wondering what the point of this post is. Well there isn't a very distinct point. It's more a conglomeration of ideas and thoughts. though, you do know a little bit about books and me.