My rating: 3 of 5 stars
The first time I tried to read this book, I was thoroughly put off by what I felt to be a condenscending remark by Jojo Moyes towards African countries.
“He says our heating bills are larger than the GDP of a small African country.”
Had I had the opportunity to meet her, I would have told her to FUCK OFF! and that sentiment still stands. It was totally in bad taste but I won’t go into the historical ransacking of Africa at the hands the British Empire and all that. Some respect would have gone a long way.
It took me a good couple of months to get my bristled ego to temper down a notch. I trudged on and I actually came to like Me Before You. It was a nice break from the fantasy world I normally delve into with it’s mind-warping settings and intricate plots that stretch my imagination to almost breaking point.
This is why I especially loved Me Before You:
Remove Will Traynor from the equation and you got yourself my life as it is to its minute details. Lou and I could be twins. Jojo Moyes got my life as it is and wrote about it and I suppose I wouldn’t have appreciated this book as I did just now a few months ago, but it knocks the nail on the head at this juncture in my life. It was almost creepy!
Some parts made me laugh my head off (Especially Lou’s barbs)Other parts made me sob quite unabashedly (In the the privacy of my house): Those parts to do with Will.
I have to say, I rather enjoyed myself.
I could have given 4 stars but Jojo, you lose a star for disrespecting Africa.