A book so emotionally draining I couldn’t complete it or had to put it aside for a bit.
Maybe I’m heartless, but I don’t know if there was a book that was so draining that I had to set it aside. This isn’t to say that I’m not moved by books. I am. But maybe when I’m moved or disturbed, I just want to keep reading to know how things are resolved for the characters. Fiction usually has a happily ever after, so I know the happy is waiting for me if I get there. But I’ve read some gut wrenching memoir, like Lucky or Sickened. But even in these examples, the stories were told only when the tellers were in better places. Maybe this is the reason why I could never finish Diary of Anne Frank because I know it has no happy ending.