The Living Force
I had this experience of crying incessantly with one book I read last year that is not from the romantic genre but is the story of a dog, Bell Ria. I cry and cry (many days in fact) without understanding what was happening to me, and I am a good reader, but I never had an experience like that. That's the force of books that bring to you emotions, open them like a flower, like a gift. With the romantic books I feel that the characters are alive, that they are there just for me, like old friends that come to tell me things, playing in front of me from the distance of a Time that suddenly opens like a flower too. In this I think there is more then the talent of the writer. Also there is more than just a brain question. REading maybe put us in a sort of hipnotic situation, where past lives or past experiences and emotions that we forget appear, finally with their voices, finally free.I'm with Renaissance on this one: sounds like some past life stuff was tapped into, even if you can't remember anything consciously.