I don't cry much, in general. I get a bit misty eyed sometimes but I don't know to consider that crying.
I had been to London for the book launch parties but the lines were too long I couldn't wait because I was leaving for the continent in the morning (I was touring Europe). I only bought my copy a couple days later in Salzburg after almost harrassing this poor austrian boy who was reading on the street to give me indication of a bookstore.
I was on the bus reading and then poof!(show spoiler)
I cried, I cried sooo much it's not even funny. And not very prettily either.
I didn't cry anywhere else but I cried when I was done. Almost an hour crying for what felt like the end of my childhood. Was very dramatic.