I Do Not Cry Over Books
When I read I often form strong emotional attachments to the characters. I pace while I read, text my friends in panic when a character gets hurt. For weeks afterwards I obsess over what happened over to them after the story ends. And what happened to them before the story began.
I can’t fall asleep if the story ends on a cliffhanger. Once I skipped school because a character death had devastated me. Striking dialogue runs through my head for weeks.
The stories thrum in my bones for years. But I do not cry over books.