I remember exactly where I was when I read the twist at the end of My Sister's Keeper ($9): the year was 2008, I was sitting on my ex-boyfriend's floor in his dorm room while he did homework at his desk, and the look on his face when I screamed (read: literally shrieked at the top of my lungs) is something I pull out of the mental archives to laugh at to this day. My Sister's Keeper will take one look at your beating heart, rip it out of your chest, stomp on it, walk away, and then come back for another swift kick just because it can.
Sob-O-Meter™ Rating: 😭😭😭😭😭/5