Will’s were good man’s hands–attractive and even, with squared-off fingers. It was hard to look at them and believe they held no strength, that they would never again pick something up from a table, stroke an arm, or make a fist.
I traced his knuckles with my finger. Some small part of me wondered whether I should be embarrassed if Will opened his eyes at this point, but I couldn’t feel it. I felt with some certainty that it was good for him to have his hand in mine. Hoping that in some way, through the barrier of his drugged sleep, he knew this too, I closed my eyes and waited.
–from Me Before You by Jojo Moyes
Yes, this is the story of an “ordinary girl” who is caretaker for the witty and dashing quadriplegic Will Traynor. Of course, she is a plucky young twenty-something with a taste for quirky vintage clothes. Her family scrapes to get by (though they have many playful exchanges over the dinner table) and she leads a somewhat dull existence in her picturesque English town. Caution: Many Life Lessons Ahead!!
Why am I making fun of this book? It was really well done and the ending was satisfying. Sarcasm is for cowards!
My plan is to send this book to Jonathan Franzen. Surely he will be swept away by the unpredictable narrative. I can imagine him really deconstructing this book, perhaps translating it into German, or maybe contacting the author with a soppy fan letter.
Oh, poor Franzen. Someone has to stand up for quality and he just wears a dunce cap in the media whenever he puts his two cents in. Why doesn’t he write a book about an “ordinary boy” in a small town…I think he’d call it a bildungsroman, though. He wouldn’t call it a “guy” book! As an older chick, I find that offensive.