A friend recently asked me this and it got me thinking.
Do I really only like sad books?
For help, I turned to my Goodreads and decided to make a list of my all-time favorite books to see how many end up in the “sad” category. So here it is… (slight spoilers if you don’t want to know which books have happy endings…)
A Wrinkle in Time
Sad Things Happen, but Ultimately a Happy Ending
The Perks of Being a Wallflower
Harry Potter (as a series)
The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society
The Little Prince
The Catcher in the Rye
The Spectacular Now
The Art of Racing in the Rain
In the Woods
The Book Thief
We Were Liars
The Time Traveler’s Wife
The Fault in Our Stars
Cutting for Stone
…okay, so I like sad books. What does this say about me?
I don’t think it means anything bad. I like things that make me feel. Some days I feel like I walk through life kind of numb to stuff–I talk to people on the elevator about the weather, I tell my significant other about my day at work. Most of us–actually, I shouldn’t speak for others–I do not experience high highs and low lows in my every day life. I’m fortunate to have never been involved in war, or murder, or dealt with the loss of a significant other.
But that’s why we read. To live more lives. To feel.
Do you also tend to prefer sad books? Why do you think this is?