Tried reading that famous grief memoir on a flight to Chicago, big mistake

I grabbed The Year of Magical Thinking on a 6am flight to O'Hare thinking it would be a quiet morning read. By hour two I was openly sobbing into my pretzels and the guy next to me asked if I needed a doctor. I learned that some books need a locked bathroom and a box of tissues, not a cramped airplane seat. Has anyone else picked the worst possible public place to read a tearjerker?

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sarahh816d ago

Oh MAN, that is brutal. I did the SAME thing with a Nicholas Sparks book on a packed commuter train once, and by the time we hit the next stop I was leaking tears so bad I had to pretend I had allergies. Some sweet old lady kept patting my arm and asking if I was okay, which made it WORSE. Now I have a strict rule: any book that even mentions grief or loss gets read at home, on the couch, with zero witnesses. The airplane is like the worst place for that stuff because you're stuck there, you can't hide, and the snack service just keeps coming while you're a mess.

emeryr385d ago

I feel you @sarahh81, but I fixed it by reading the saddest parts with my hand over my mouth so no sounds slip out...