Yesterday morning I came back in the house off the front porch where I had been reading. As I went through the catlock between the front and back halves of the house, I had to pass the bathroom, where RobertaX was getting ready for work.
RX: *looks over and notices tears on my cheeks* "What's wrong?"
Me: *holds up copy of Terry Pratchett's Reaper Man*
RX: "Oh! Sad book?"
Me: "No, not sad at all. It's the opposite of sad, actually. The ending just always takes me this way. It's kind of silly, really; I mean, this is like the third time I've read it..."