I finished How to Save a Life last night and was surprised that I was reduced to a puddle of mush, sobbing hysterically, by the end of the epilogue. The angst and heart fail that came from that story was shocking and completely unexpected!
My questions to you is.... do you dig the angst? Does the idea of a story leaving you emotionally strung out and desperate for more make you feel alive, or does it makes you want to stab yourself in the eye with a butter knife?
For me, I love the idea that a story can have such passion and emotion that can bring me to my knees. I love feeling the pain the characters go through deep down in my soul. It's not a good story if I haven't laughed, cried, AND choked back hysterical sobs.
Are you with me? Or are you Wussperv??