One of the most distinct memories of when I cried about something unreal was the time Sirius Black died in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, not the first time I was reading it, no. It was the third time. I knew it was going to happen but my silent sobs became louder as I inched closer to the dreaded page.
After about five months of bedtime reading, I am finally getting around to finishing (for the third time) one of my favorite novels- Great Expectations. I probably took this long because I was reading it from my phone using Play Books. I think I would have been faster and enjoyed it more if it had been an actual book, the tattered old copy from 11th grade lying on the shelf in my room in Bangalore.