On Not Being a Crier

I’m not sure if I’ve addressed this before on the blog, but I am not a crier. I’ve never cried while listening to a song, or watching a film, and I’ve certainly never cried while reading a book. Never. Ever. And I tend to not tell people this because I always hear the same thing:

OMG You’ve never cried at a book/film?? Are you even human??!!! Do you have a soul???

Are you fucking kidding me? Another one is this, courtesy of Tumblr:

If you’ve never finished a book crying or asked yourself what you are going to do with your life now after you completed the last page, you’ve never read a good book.

Alright, Imma bout to prove this crock of shit wrong (well, at least I think it’s a crock of shit).


Nobody has a right to tell you what the right or wrong way to enjoy a book is. It’s not like I’m reading and just not feeling anything at all. I’d say that I’m more of an internal crier. Just because you can’t see what I’m feeling on the surface, and my eyes aren’t streaming rivers, that doesn’t mean that I’m not feeling a lot of things on the inside. Let’s take my review of Scott Westerfeld’s Goliath, for example. I freaking loved that book and my review for it is really long (my reviews for all three books in the series are long), talking about my feels and the stuff, and being hit with the reality that my favourite series was over. But did not crying at the end of that book mean that I hadn’t read a good book?
Let me get a little personal here. When my grandfather died when I was a kid, I didn’t cry. Not a single tear. Heartless, right? Not at all. I was sad, but I’ve never been an overly emotional kind of person. My brother, on the other hand, burst into tears straight away and cried all night. People handle their emotions differently than other people and there is no right or wrong way to handle them.
As for the whole asking yourself what you’re going to do with your life after finishing a book thing, I’ve read plenty of good books that haven’t left me with book hangovers. For example, I read The Fault in Our Stars recently, and while I really enjoyed it, I didn’t cry while reading it and I was completely over it after about a day in a half. That doesn’t by any means necessary mean that I didn’t read a good book, I’m just over it because it didn’t make me feel incredibly emotional. Seriously, where did the idea that crying and book hangovers are the only signs that you enjoyed something? I’ve cried while playing video games that are so frustratingly hard that I hate them. There are plenty of ways to show that you’ve enjoyed a book, and for me, crying just isn’t one of those things because that’s not the kind of person I am.
Now, don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with being emotional and there’s nothing wrong with crying. But the idea that being so emotional that you cry is the only way to know that you’ve enjoyed something just seems ridiculous to me.
What about you? Are you a crier? Or are you not as emotional, like me?


  1. 30/06/2014 / 8:01 PM

    I think you are right. Everyone deals with their emotions in a different way, so there is no such thing as 'no soul' just because you don't cry with movies/books. I don't cry either. Sometimes I do get teary eyes, but full on crying? Nope. But at the same time there is nothing wrong with being a crier either. I think the contrast of how people deal with books is very interesting 😀

  2. 01/07/2014 / 3:52 AM

    I've never been a crier myself either. Even when I re-read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (and let's face it, that book is like an emotional punch to the brain) and reach Snape's last memory part, I DON'T CRY. Not a single tear. I don't get teary-eyed either. Which is pretty surprising, because I'm the biggest Potterhead ever. And then I'm seeing all these pictures and posts on Facebook and Tumblr about how everyone cried during that scene and I'm like, "Whaaa–?" It is a really sad scene, but it's not enough to make me cry. Sometimes I do envy people who can cry over a book easily because it shows their love for books more, but now I'm learning that it doesn't take an outward appearance to show your love for a book.

    I have cried during books, though: I cried after reading TFiOS, but I was over that in like a day too. Then I cried while reading Rose Under Fire (Elizabeth Wein) because the writing was just so feels-evoking I couldn't control myself. Those are probably the two books I've really cried over.

    It's like you said — people have different ways of dealing with emotions. Whenever I show the slightest bit of emotion my mom is like, "Wow, I never knew you could be so panicky and anxious!" And I'm all, "I'm not a robot, you know." But that just goes to show you how robot-like I am, haha. And in the end, I don't think it matters at all. People who think otherwise are just idiots. 😛

    Interesting post, Louise! (Hope I didn't ramble too much. God, I can be so long-winded sometimes.)

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