Newsflash: I’m not a particularly emotional guy. And I pretty much never get emotional about fiction.

I don’t cry at movies, or TV shows, or books. Sure, some stuff tugs at my heartstrings and I’ll occasionally well up a bit, and I love a good heartwarming moment as much as the next person (like the end of Without a Trace), but tears? No.

Truth be told, I didn’t cry reading Room either. For the entire first half of the book I was crawling out of my skin and almost had a heart attack, but I didn’t cry.

Wikipedia sums it up thusly: Room is a 2010 novel by Irish-Canadian author Emma Donoghue. The story is told from the perspective of a five-year-old boy, Jack, who is being held captive in a small room along with his mother.

I don’t believe I’d even had my son yet when I read it, but he was on his way, and reading Room straight MESSED. ME. UP. I highly recommend it, but it’s not for the beach. It’s both astonishingly good and almost unbearable to read.

Judging by the just released trailer for the film adaptation, the movie doesn’t look like it will be any easier to get through. I’m not sure how well the book will translate – it’s told from the five-year-old’s point of view – and I haven’t seen the director’s first flick (the strange-looking Fassbender flick Frank, but Brie Larson stars, so that’s promising. She’s a good actress. If you haven’t seen it, Short Term 12 is worth watching.

I’ve embedded the trailer below. I honestly don’t know if I’ll be able to bring myself to see this one, especially since Detective Munch will be five himself when it comes out.

It hits theaters in October. Which is appropriate, since it’s scary as all hell.