I seriously feel like I'm inhuman or something of the sort. You know. Incapable of crying at books, at TV shows or movies, at anime, at music, at videos, at any sort of media whatsoever. Maybe I'm a robot? 
 Because I didn't shed any tear when I had finished Where the Red Fern Grows. 
 Regardless, that's probably because of my own inability to produce tears at a fictional story, even I feel like it's not fictional. I mean, my eyes watered at 
 Petey 
 . I was on the verge of crying by the time I finished 
 The Little Prince 
 , and my eyes were prickling when I finally marked 
 A Monster Calls 
 as "read". And maybe it has something to do with the fact that I finished this book at school. I finished this book with several students in the background laughing and joking and attacking me with wooden dolls (no, really, they were) as I was trying to read. Which might have ruined the atmosphere, but whatever. 
 But I still think it's a pretty good book. And I do find it ironic that I was about to burst into tears when Billy just couldn't cut down a big sycamore tree -- but that scene was really well-written -- but I wasn't even blinking as I closed the book for good. Ha. 
 No, really, I love this book. It's just so well-written, and to be honest, I like Little Ann the most out of all the characters in this book. It's also a really heartfelt read. Wilson Rawls tugs at your heartstrings and plays around with them for a long time. You think that everything is safe until dangers jump out and everything goes crazy. 
 Yes, I do admit that I thought this book was incredibly gory at some points, and I'm really surprised that the 2003 movie adaption only got a PG rating, while the 1974 movie adaption got a freaking rating of G. I mean, an ax literally cuts into someone's stomach in this book, and... and so many other gory things happen in this book. 
 I'm really finding it hard to say more things about this book. Overall, it's just a... just a really good book. I picked it up randomly, after having heard about it many times, from my teacher's cabinet of books (or, rather, cabinets, along with bins and bins of more books). Now, though, I'm really glad I randomly found it the other day. 
 On the other hand, maybe I'm not. Because now I'm leaving Billy, Old Dan, and Little Ann behind. And now I really feel like I'm going to cry.