Paperback: 400 pages
Publisher: Penguin Books; Reprint edition (July 30 2013)
Spoilers Alert: you might want to stop reading if you have not read the book yet!!!
I have this habit of waiting to read books that everyone else is reading. Me Before You by Jojo Moyes, became a movie and it was released on June 2nd. I haven’t seen it yet and I will probably not see it at the cinema, sigh, but I will definitely see it at some point.
Every time I was reading about this book, readers were warning me or others to prepare a box of tissues as some crying might get involved. I was almost at the end of the book while waiting to see my doctor, but I remembered about a warning that I got, not to finish the book in a public space as my mascara might suffer. I closed the book and I impatiently waited to get home and finish it…I didn’t cry…but, I was affected by it in a special way.
You see, I was expecting a love story but it was more than that. Actually it wasn’t really a love story. It is more about a genuine fight that Louisa Clark starts when she is hired by Will Traynor’s mother to take care of him. He had an accident and he is now in a wheelchair struggling to live and to become accustomed to his new life. The thing is that he never got used to his life and he will probably never will. As before he was an active man, it is too hard for him to be stuck in a bed, with people around that have to take constant care of him. Louisa tried everything in her power to make him change his mind and inevitably she falls in love with Will. You might think that this would make him change his perspective and want to live but it doesn’t. Will took the decision to go to Switzerland to basically die with dignity or as it is called: assisted death. That is it! That is why this book is so sad. Because at the end, Will dies! Because that is what he chose. End!
We live in a world in which we can take so many decisions, and we like to believe that we are free to do what is best for us. We get to decide what we eat, how we dress, where we work, where we live, what music we listen to, etc but we don’t get to chose how and where we die. Maybe this is good or maybe it is bad (honestly I don’t know where I stand with this) but looking at it from this perspective, maybe we are not as free as we think we are.