I did a lot of crying today, all over one book. I only cried three times, but my eyes still feel tearful and my nose is stuffed up (I think that started before the crying, though). The thing is, it wasn’t a sad book. There are sad things in it, but it wasn’t about sadness. And when I cried the first two times, it was in reaction to someone doing a good thing. The third time was in relief (I think) at the very end. Eleanor & Park by Rainbow Rowell. Good book.
I have NO idea what I’m going to read next.