I like authors who not only let me read their books, but let me think.
Usually, when I cry over a book, it's not because of the events that transpire in the story itself (for example: character death or something as equally depressing your tear-ducts can't help it) but I cry over the writer's poignant eloquence.
Beautiful words, beautiful phrases, beautiful sentences all stitched together to form a beautiful paragraph - now those are things that trigger my emotions in the most moving way that I start tearing up and I'm left with the thought that sometimes, such profound beauty can only exist in ink and are trapped between pages.
Haruki Murakami is a prime example of an author who makes me cry. Lord knows how much I cry over his books.
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