A couple of weeks ago I went to the cinema with a group of friends to see Les Miserable. I’ve been wanting to see it ever since I’d heard a reviewer say, ‘If you only see one musical in your life then make it Les Mis.’ The music was fantastic, but the story was way too bleak for me. I ended up crying. Not little discrete tears but huge, snotty ones. The moment the film ended I was out of my seat and galloping, like a racehorse, to the ladies to repair the damage to my face. Of course, my friends weren’t fooled by my cover story that, because the film was so long, I’d been desperate for the loo. They all knew I’d been crying.
It’s not the first time I’ve been caught out in public with tears. A long time ago, when I was a teacher, I cried when reading Michelle Magorian’s, Goodnight Mister Tom, to a year 6 class. The students thought it was brilliant. Their teacher, crying. (Cos we all know teacher’s aren’t human are they!) They kept bringing sad books in for me to read, to see if they could make me cry again.
My favourite sort of books, and films, are the ones that make me laugh. Sometimes books make me do both. It’s no secret that one of my all time favourite books is Saffy’s Angel by Hilary McKay. The first time I read it I cried with laughter. I also cried laughing when I read Louise Rennison’s hystrcially funny, Withering Tights. (Very embarrassing on the tube!).
I’ve not long finished reading a book recommended to me by GHB’s very own Sarah Webb. It was called Looking For Alaska by John Green*. It was extremely funny but also very sad. I cried reading that too.
What books have made you cry or laugh, or both?
*Looking For Alaska is a young adult book. If you’re one of our younger readers, please check with someone at home before you read it.