There has been more than one book that made me cry. It’s not super frequent, but it does happen. Still, no book has destroyed me the way The Dark Tower by Stephen King did. And by that I mean the last book that shares the same title as the series. I’ll refrain from spoilers, but when I say I cried over this book, I mean for hours. This book ripped my chest open and showed my heart to me. It was a scary time for a fangirl as fangirlish as me, let me tell you.
Also, as an aside, I liked the ending to the series. Had no problem with the coda. Though there were other parts that left me screaming “why” to the cold, indifferent stars.