Tried to reread the book that wrecked me in high school and felt almost nothing
Picked up Where the Red Fern Grows again last week at 34, thinking it would destroy me like it did in 9th grade English. I got to the ending on my lunch break in Denver and just sat there dry eyed, which honestly scared me more than crying would have. Has anyone else gone back to an old tearjerker and found the well had gone dry?