Reblog this and tell me what was your biggest crying over a piece of fiction. You can be vague if you don't want to spoil.
The end of Circe by Madeline Miller, specifically:
“I had been old and stern for so long, carved with regrets and years like a monolith. But that was only a shape I had been poured into. I did not have to keep it.” had me sobbing. I still tear up when I read this quote.















