Another Book That Made Me Cry
Today, I finished reading a book that I didn’t expect to make me cry. After all, it’s been ages since I cried over a book (the last one being James Patterson’s "Sam’s Letters to Jennifer"). I’ve read plenty of books between then and now, and this was nothing as poignant, or as profound. I didn’t find anything special with this other book that I had been reading, until three-fourths of the way into the end. Then the waterworks started (embarrassed smile).
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