Although I'm a tearful movie watcher, I rarely cry at a book.
Gilead is an exception.
I read Gilead quite a few years ago at the strong recommendation of a (bookish like me!) friend. I was instantly captured by the idea that John Ames, this aging man, would write down all the important things he would want to share with his young son, being quite aware that he likely would not live long enough to see Robby into adulthood. I was SO moved by the character of Jack (son of his best friend and colleague Robert Boughton), and the tragedy of a life of poor choices and a love that doesn't suit its time.
Fast forward to Home and Lila.