What was the first book to make you cry?
I am not sure what was the first exactly. I do know what book made me cry on a reread. I lay in my loft bed clutching the pages, the words swimming in front of me. Old Dan and Little Ann are staring down the cougar and their *spoiler* deaths. I knew what would come in the next paragraphs, the next chapter. I knew the anguish I would feel when I read if the red fern growing up around their final resting place. That book, Where the Red Fern Grows, was on of the first in a long line of boys and their dogs books I read and the first that made me cry on a reread, despite knowing how it ended.