The last book I finished, if I remember it right, was Markus Zusak’s The Book Thief. It was the first time I have ever cried over a book. The trailer for the movie of the same title came out a few days ago, and it looks really promising. I’m expecting myself to cry over the movie as well—or would pre-empting myself prevent that?
(Because really, you only need two words: Rudy Steiner.)