Ashley and I watched The Fault In Our Stars tonight. (Pretty darn late to the party, sorry.)
Predictably, and despite my concerted effort at self-control, I was a tear factory. You can imagine... Sold-out Cheapy Tuesday theatre + audience mostly filled with ladies = two hour long sniffle symphony.
I should have learned my lesson when I (quite accidentally) took the novel to Mexico last year. Naively, I picked the book blind, thinking it would be a light, fun read. Which it kinda almost was, minus all the crying.
Anyway, go see it for yourself. The movie's got heart and jokes and a very cute leading fella.