I still cried, even as an adult, when Beth March dies in Little Women.

I used to watch the series, Anne of Green Gables on tv with Megan Follows. Loved it.

In the Once and Future King, authored by T. H. White, I always cry when Guenevere and Lancelot, now much older, both grey and tired of their subterfuge, come before Arthur to seek his forgiveness. And my heart always breaks at the news of Gawaine’s death (he is also an old man) in a senseless war he is honor-bound to fight despite the fact that he loves Arthur with all of his soul. And when King Arthur, who is exhausted, broken, and filled with pain at so much loss, and death, and misery, has his final conversation with the page in the last book, "The Candle in the Wind", I can never stop the tears. White understood the human condition so well, and he wrote about it with absolute grace and beauty, even at its most horrible.

I loved the Bobbsey Twin series. I also read the Pollyanna books (my mother had a set from her childhood). For years, I ran around trying to find the "bright side" to everything so I could be like Pollyanna! There was a fictional series for girls about the adventures of Annette Funicello that I would read whenever I was at my cousin’s house. We read The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn and spent months planning how to build our raft and what supplies we’d need to take with us. We each had long lists and there were many phone calls back and forth when one of us thought of another "essential" for our trip down the Mississippi.  

I remember getting into (not too serious!) trouble with my parents when they would catch me reading under the covers with a flashlight long after I was supposed to be asleep.

One of my fondest memories is a story about a little brown and white puppy who was lost. I can’t remember the name of the book, but I was just learning to read, so it was pretty slow going. Dad found me crying while I was reading the story when he came in to tell me goodnight. He sat down on the bed and read aloud to the happy homecoming at the end so that I could go to sleep.

I have never read a book more slowly than Gone With The Wind, only because I did not want it to end and I wanted to drink in every minute - and at 1037 pages, it took some time! LOVE it.