Lou Clark, the principal narrator of this story, is immature, somewhat shallow and perfectly content in her purposeless life, in whichever job she can find and stuck in a loveless relationship, at least in the beginning; Will Traynor was self-centered and insufferable. Will's accident confined him to a wheelchair with dead legs, limited use of his arms and hands, pain and a hopeless life that he wants ended; Lou loses her job, and is hired as a caretaker to Will. The characters here were never extremely likeable, for me, as you can probably tell; the storyline was a little too shallow. However, I appreciate the depiction of the way they both grow and develop with the interaction with each other, Lou learning to dream in Will's company and step out of her comfort zone and Will learning to love and care for people other than himself. The steely undercurrent that traverses the fluff on the surface is the most intriguing thing about the book: does someone have the right to end their own life instead of suffering pain? Should they, considering all those who love them and would give anything for them to live? Is there anything that can replace what they've lost, that can make life worth living again? What if there isn't?
This book has been enormously well received by the general population; I can't set foot in Goodreads without seeing rave review after rave review. Personally, this book somehow missed the target by a few hairs for me, but I can still agree that it was deeply moving and carried a surprising profundity that is so rarely found with romance novels (Twilight, I am looking at you), which made the whole story more meaningful. Euthanasia is an issue on which people are extremely divided, not without reason; this book delivers a truly relatable and touching message about euthanasia without seeming an opinion. That still takes skill, however much I dislike the protagonists.
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