I just finished throwing away two handfuls of used up tissues from crying after reading this book.
If you think of books as an escape, sad books suck. If you’re eluding the inevitable tragedies of the life you’re living, it’d be kind of weird for your solace book to be one that leads you to sob uncontrollably at the outcome of characters you’ve grown to love.
However, if you’re able to read for the sake of reading; to enjoy and appreciate good literature, sad books don’t suck so much. I like the sugar-free stories that are realistic and relatable, where tragedy strikes but people get back up on their feet. You can learn to be resilient, and maybe stories are the most enjoyable ways to be taught.
On the other hand, I can’t help but indulge in the light-hearted romantic comedies or the classics that are cleverly written but don’t stir up any unwarranted sentiments.
Whatever your reason for reading, read on.