I’ve read some sad books in my day. As a Jewish cancer-survivor I get punched in the feels pretty easily. Night, Number the Stars, Diary of Anne Frank, and even purely historical reviews of the Holocaust are so hard to read. In the same vein, while it is not my people’s history, reading more on how black people have been treated and the immense numbers of humans enslaved, killed, and the horrors in between is eye-opening in a very heartbreaking way. One noteworthy book being Homegoing by Yaa Gyasi.
Flowers for Algernon is up there as the saddest book I’ve read. I don’t want to spoil it if you haven’t read it. It’s a classic, it’s now been banned in schools which is ridiculous, and you need to have some tissues and water nearby to wipe your tears and rehydrate.
Moods in the same vein:
– Movie – I Am Sam
– Movie – Simon Birch
– Book – Of Mice and Men
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