It ended in tears

The last two books I read, ended in tears. In my tears. I was lying in bed, reading the last pages and was sobbing away. Sad tears this time. I like it if a book moves me and I get emotionally involved in the story.

I know they are only stories. It's fiction. Nevertheless, stories like this happen all the time. And that makes me sad. And also reminds me that life is short. So, a bit more carpe diem and a bit less pointless worrying are surely the way to go.

As per usual, I won't try to summarize the books - you've got amazon for that :-)

The shock of the fall by Nathan Filer

The confusion of Karen Carpenter by Jonathan Harvey