Nicholas Sparks’s The Notebook didn’t agree with me. From what’s-wrong-with-you to you-are-a-snob, I garnered many furious responses from my friends, and acquaintances, when I confessed that I didn’t like The Notebook. I thought I didn’t have a palate for romance. As though changing my perception, The Fault in Our Stars occurred to me. I liked it, but it didn’t make me cry. I was so worried about my EQ because it didn’t make me cry. 🙂 I had to read many blogs to seek solace, and finally managed to assure myself that it was absolutely okay if I didn’t cry over it. 😉
Tabitha Suzuma’s Forbidden is not our regular romance. It belongs to another league; I adore that book. As I was nursing mixed feelings about romance, I wasn’t sure about reading Jojo Moyes’s Me Before You. However, I chose to try.
Will’s life before the accident that made him a quadriplegic was big. He was smart, handsome, and had a great zest for life. When he didn’t work, he could be found bungee jumping, parachuting, climbing the Himalayas, and generally doing all that would pump up the adrenaline. And, he dated many a woman. Life after the accident was so unbearable that he chose to end it by himself. Assisted suicide. His family was not ready to let him go, and they managed to buy six months from him. That’s when Louisa — naive, sheltered, but assertive — became Will’s carer. She was all that he detested.
Will, Louisa, and their families, they were all ordinary. Perhaps, in about three months, I wouldn’t remember any of them, besides some profound words that escaped Will’s acerbic tongue. The story was not mushy, but predictable. Not painfully predictable though.
The only aspect that I liked about the book was how Will changed the way Louisa looked at life, when it was that very thing that she was supposed to do to Will. The role reversal, that’s what I would remember about Me Before You.
I didn’t run my highlighter on any of the passages. The pages were not dogeared. I didn’t drop the book, lean back on my chair, and ruminate on favourite sentences. On the other hand, Me Before You didn’t make me squirm. It was nicely written, but I wished it could have been deeper for its sensitive premise.
Since I am still carrying mixed feelings about this book, and the genre, I will read the sequel.
And, I liked Me Before You‘s trailer.
Have you read this book? What did you think?