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Me Before You: A Novel

byJojo Moyes

Paperback | July 30, 2013

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From the #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Giver of Stars, discover the love story that captured over 20 million hearts in Me Before YouAfter You, and Still Me.

They had nothing in common until love gave them everything to lose . . .

Louisa Clark is an ordinary girl living an exceedingly ordinary life—steady boyfriend, close family—who has barely been farther afield than their tiny village. She takes a badly needed job working for ex–Master of the Universe Will Traynor, who is wheelchair bound after an accident. Will has always lived a huge life—big deals, extreme sports, worldwide travel—and now he’s pretty sure he cannot live the way he is.

Will is acerbic, moody, bossy—but Lou refuses to treat him with kid gloves, and soon his happiness means more to her than she expected. When she learns that Will has shocking plans of his own, she sets out to show him that life is still worth living.

A Love Story for this generation and perfect for fans of John Green’s The Fault in Our Stars, Me Before You brings to life two people who couldn’t have less in common—a heartbreakingly romantic novel that asks, What do you do when making the person you love happy also means breaking your own heart?
Jojo Moyes is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of After You, Me Before You, One Plus One, The Girl You Left Behind, The Last Letter from Your Lover, Silver Bay, The Ship of Brides and Honeymoon in Paris.  She lives with her husband and three children in Essex, England.
Title:Me Before You: A NovelFormat:PaperbackProduct dimensions:400 pages, 8.4 × 5.4 × 0.84 inShipping dimensions:8.4 × 5.4 × 0.84 inPublished:July 30, 2013Publisher:Penguin Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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ISBN - 13:9780143124542

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from Powerful The similarities I find in this book to my own life are outstanding! Not 100% the same idea, but when you are (were) a care giver you understand. I love this collection and probably read it once a year!
Date published: 2019-05-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Good read Louisa is one of my absolute favourite characters! She is quirky, kind of awkward but absolutely amazing and relatable! The story was well written. It's definitely a book that you dont want to put down.
Date published: 2019-05-07
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Stunning. The movie didn't do justice for this book. The book lets you get a much deeper connection with both characters. Such a good read!
Date published: 2018-08-21
Rated 5 out of 5 by from I loved it I loved it, was amazing and a lovely story. The book was much better than the movie and allows the reader to go through the experience of both characters
Date published: 2018-08-01
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Serious tear jerker! What a beautiful story about love and heartbreak. I didn't love the ending but the whole story really blew me away.
Date published: 2018-07-20
Rated 5 out of 5 by from One of my favourites! I bought this a white ago and I could not put it down! It is such a beautiful yet sad book, but I loved every page. I even bought the second book, and even though this one is better, I enjoyed it as well. It is now one of my favourite books, and has such a great story!
Date published: 2018-06-22
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Fantastic Book If you like romantic novel that aren't mushy and lovey dovey, this is for you. I generally go for non-fiction but this was a page turner!
Date published: 2018-06-10
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Beautiful yet heartbreaking A beautiful yet heartbreaking story. It is an easy and enjoyable read despite the heartaches you may feel for the characters. Loved both the book and the movie!
Date published: 2018-06-06
Rated 4 out of 5 by from A unique romantic story I was weary going into this book. I was prepared for romantic cliches and a corny love story, but Me Before You exceeded my expectations and I found myself finishing this book in one sitting. The relationship between Will and Louisa is so funny, honest, and shippable. I could not stop myself from turning another page because the story is so gripping. - possible spoilers below - The author also definitely did her research on quadriplegia (what Will Traynor has) and brought forth underlying messages about assisted-suicide. Whether you are pro or against assisted-suicide, the author definitely put up both sides of the argument into light. Overall, a heatbreaking and wonderful story.
Date published: 2018-04-29
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Torn I am torn - though the book was well written and and absolutely heartbreaking, I am not sure how I feel about the message this book sends.
Date published: 2018-04-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Tear jerker Like they always say, the book is so much better than the movie....and it truly was! I felt every emotion in this book, right from the beginning! Such a great read!
Date published: 2018-04-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Was so romantic As a professional in the field, this book was so romantic and dreamy - was so nice to read in the fall!
Date published: 2018-04-04
Rated 4 out of 5 by from absolutely beautiful Soo romantic and heart-breaking at the same time...Loved it
Date published: 2018-03-30
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Loved this book Could not put it down! Although somewhat predictable, I found myself hoping for a twist
Date published: 2018-03-28
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great book This was my first Jojo Moyes book - great read. I could not put it down. I have After You, but have not read it yet.
Date published: 2018-03-27
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Definitely a tear jerker I absolutely loved this book. Until the last chapter broke my heart entirely. However after reading the second book, I’m not as upset with the ending and look forward to the third book. Definitely I good read, just not at all what I expected.
Date published: 2018-03-01
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved this Great book, haven't seen the movie yet. The read is compelling & very emotional. definitely recommend it
Date published: 2018-02-26
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Must Read What a lovely love story. You get frustrated with the situation at first and then all of a sudden it blossoms into this lovely little story that makes you happy and sad all at once!
Date published: 2018-02-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from I'm hooked I wasn't sure if I'd enjoy this book, but I really got into it, and couldn't put it down for 5 hours straight, I was up late into the night until I finished reading it. I can't wait to go on to the next book.
Date published: 2018-01-31
Rated 4 out of 5 by from The book that made me cry My heart. ouch. Grab the tissues.
Date published: 2018-01-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing! This book is life changing! Great characters and storyline! The way the story is told makes you feel you are Louisa going through this heart retching journey! Perfect book for all ages!
Date published: 2018-01-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing! This book is life changing! Great characters and storyline! The way the story is told makes you feel you are Louisa going through this heart retching journey! Perfect book for all ages!
Date published: 2018-01-08
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Good read it was a good romantic story, enjoyed the chemistry between the two main characters. lots of tears were shed while reading this book.
Date published: 2018-01-02
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Devastatingly Wonderful This book was wonderful. Louisa is cute and engaging and her relationship with Will feels so real, you are sucked into the book.
Date published: 2017-12-31
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great book! I thoroughly enjoyed this story. Lots of tears and enjoyment as well.
Date published: 2017-12-21
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Awesome read. I thoroughly enjoyed the storyline in this book. Great characters and you feel you are actually living their story.
Date published: 2017-12-19
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Excellent Not your typical love story, that's all I can say. The ending is not what you would expect.
Date published: 2017-12-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from PERFECT Oh my gosh, this isn't a series about romance, it's a book about LIFE! The characters are so complex and real and the story is heartbreakingly beautiful and perfect in every way possible
Date published: 2017-11-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from PERFECT Oh my gosh, this isn't a series about romance, it's a book about LIFE! The characters are so complex and real and the story is heartbreakingly beautiful and perfect in every way possible
Date published: 2017-11-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Emotional I couldn't breath with this one. Chest literally hurt from the emotions. This is what a love story is. Not just a romantic lovey-dovey kind of story. Refreshing to read a book that is a perfect balance of fantasy and real-life scenes.
Date published: 2017-11-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it! I found this to be a very emotional book! I was sobbing at my desk at one point! But it was a great read!
Date published: 2017-10-30
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Amazing Story Great storyline overall. I loved the little quirks that Jojo Meyes brought in the characters. However, I did find it a little difficult to really connect with the characters. I personally thought the movie had a lot more emotions.
Date published: 2017-10-24
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Loved it! I'm not one for romantic novels, but this book was just so good! Although sad, its very heartwarming. The movie is really good too!
Date published: 2017-09-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Brilliant story Wonderfully written and a beautiful tale. So honest and truthful. For anyone with disabilities, it is a story that is so close to home and so beautifully understood. For those without disabilities, it is a great look into the thoughts of those with disabilities.
Date published: 2017-09-25
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing story I got this book as a birthday gift. I absolutely loved it!!! What an emotional roller coaster it put me on. I couldn't put the book down. I highly recommend this book.
Date published: 2017-09-21
Rated 5 out of 5 by from so beautiful and sad and brave and heartbreaking ... LOVED IT!!! I don't read romance novels but with all the hyp and tweets from chapters and i always trust chapters I decided to buy it. I was so happy i did. To me this really isn't a romance novel its a love story. It's beautiful, sad, heartbreaking, brave, frustrating and i sound redundant so so sad. I'm still frustrated by Will the fact that love was not enough. I'm understanding and Jojo did write and inform well the battles and demons and sadness that Will had to deal with on an ongoing basis day in day out every second of his day. It broke my heart. Louisa is a heroine of grand proportions. A brave, kind, lovely and quirky girl she had my heart. I love this book and highly recommend it 100%
Date published: 2017-09-18
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Simply Amazing This book was recommended to me by one of the sales clerks at Coles and to be honest, I was skeptical to read a "romance novel", but I soon learned that Jojo Moyes does love stories with a twist! After reading the synopsis, I was certain I would never understand how love could not be enough for Will to not want to end his life, but by the end of this book, my perspective changed regarding this subject.
Date published: 2017-09-10
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Me Before You Well, I didn't cry quite as hard as I did with the Notebook, but I am thankful for that. Well written characters with a somewhat darker plot, Me Before You really touches you and makes you think (unusual for a romance type novel).
Date published: 2017-09-08
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Enjoyed it! The book was a bit slow at first but the plot picked up. A lot of detail. A lot better than the movie. I loved the characters. The style of writing also gave the reader a good sense of how each character feels.
Date published: 2017-09-07
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Such a good read The book was worth all the hype. I was happy and I was sad.
Date published: 2017-08-29
Rated 5 out of 5 by from LOVE Loved it and the movie too!
Date published: 2017-08-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Awesome This book was worth the hype! I smiled and cried throughout the love story of Will and Lou. It helps give you a different outlook on life. Overall a great read!
Date published: 2017-08-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazingly thought provoking Will and Lou are a love story like no other I've ever read. On one hand I learned about what it might be like to be a paraplegic and on the other, to love a paraplegic. I read this book twice and had deep reactions both times. Thank-you Jojo Moyes for an excellent book that brought me to new human awareness.
Date published: 2017-08-13
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Nice story, but perhaps a little over-hyped I read this book in a day while home sick, and I did enjoy it. Obviously if I'd hated it, I would have put it down and just watched tv or napped, however I did enjoy the characters the the perspectives on disability and the effect it has on those affected and the people around them. I did not have the same visceral emotional reaction to this book as many did, and I think that it was talked up a ton and perhaps I was just expecting too much. This is a decent and easy read that will certainly make you think.
Date published: 2017-07-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A roller coaster of emotions I read this a while ago, and it's a real page-turner. My heart broke so many times, but along the way, it also felt warm and comforted by our leading characters.
Date published: 2017-07-26
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Heartwarming read! This is a really great love story that will make you laugh, smile and cry. The characters are great and relatable, and the story leaves you looking for the best from your own life. I am a big fan of Jojo Moyes, and would recommend this as well as her other books if you are looking for enjoyable stories.
Date published: 2017-07-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from One of my favourites! Absolutely lovely story and even more beautiful movie. Definitely one of my most favourite books ever.
Date published: 2017-07-21
Rated 5 out of 5 by from One of my fabourites!! I can't put into words how much I love this book. Amazing story, wonderful characters (especially Lou), and one massive emotional ride. Highly recommend!
Date published: 2017-07-19
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing Book I watched the movie before reading the book and love the book so much! There are some differences as you would expect. I could not put it down!
Date published: 2017-07-17
Rated 2 out of 5 by from the movie was only slightly better than the book The book was quite slow and the book was way too long.
Date published: 2017-07-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great Story I have yet to see the movie and not sure that I will. The novel was so good I don't want to wreck it. Jo Jo's writing is easy but makes you feel like you are there. Very moving
Date published: 2017-07-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Beautifully tragic love story This is hands down one of my favorite books, but it breaks my heart every time I read it. With thoughtfully and lovingly written prose, the words in the book are intoxicating and heartbreaking all at once. A beautiful story with dynamic characters - especially the bubbly, quirky, vintage loving Lou. I devoured this book and found it near impossible to put down.
Date published: 2017-07-12
Rated 1 out of 5 by from predictable I was given this book by a friend and really couldn't get attached to any of the characters. Found it to be really predictable about what would happen for the most part. Fans of romance books will probably enjoy it though.
Date published: 2017-07-11
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Thought provoking An enjoyable read with interesting characters, this book makes the reader pause and think about the choices the characters face.
Date published: 2017-07-07
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Love! Loved this book - the characters, the plot line, everything was great! This book had me laughing and crying, and I definitely recommend it.
Date published: 2017-06-30
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Be Prepared To Cry Sweet. Heartbreaking. Lovely and oh so Sad. Be prepared to cry and have tissues ready.
Date published: 2017-06-29
Rated 4 out of 5 by from I loved this book! A good read that tugged at my heart stings.
Date published: 2017-06-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Very moving I was very impressed with this book. It's filled with tender moments and it was a story that I am not used to reading. A must-read!
Date published: 2017-06-18
Rated 4 out of 5 by from This book was amazing It was a little slow at first. I am not much of a reader and this book pulled me in! I already brought the sequel.
Date published: 2017-06-14
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Classic Chiclit I was recommended this book by a friend, but I wouldn't have picked it out myself. Glad I read it - the writing is well done - but the ending seemed a bit to cliché (and also horribly sad). Very girly.
Date published: 2017-06-07
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Okay book I bought this book because of the trailer (of the movie) and I was a bit disappointed. I'm really happy of the theme the author wrote about in the book and the way she explored it, but I was bored half of the time and had to force myself to finish the book.
Date published: 2017-05-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Tear jerker but such a good story! I finally gave in and read this book and I think I cried for about the last 100 pages. You obviously know what is coming just from the title but the depth the story goes to really keeps you drawn in. The author really brings you into both stories in the book even though it is written from mostly one point of view. I highly recommend this book just be prepared for the tears that ensue.
Date published: 2017-05-08
Rated 4 out of 5 by from an emotional read!! This book has a powerful message and I love that it is about him having the choice of what to do with himself.
Date published: 2017-05-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from So amazing I loved the movie, so I decided to purchase the book to read it as well. Usually I read the book first then the movie...but I did things opposite this time. I really found that since my love for the movie was so great I was very excited to find out more about each character that wasn't portrayed in the film. I would definitely recommend this to anyone who loved the movie, its a wonderful expansion.
Date published: 2017-05-01
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Definitely recommend! Sometimes a book comes along that just hits you right in the heart. I absolutely loved the plot line and Will is such a sassy, hilarious guy who definitely brings out the best in Louisa. I loved their love story so much but be prepared for the very emotional ending! A wonderful heartfelt story - defintely a must-read!
Date published: 2017-04-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved this! This book definitely takes you on an emotional journey! It's heartfelt and sad but at the same time really makes you open your eyes and take a better look at the little things that are bothering you at the moment and realize that maybe they're not so important. Perfect balance between love story and real life heartache.
Date published: 2017-04-26
Rated 5 out of 5 by from I loved this book WOW! this was an amazing read. I found it charming, funny, romantic and much more. It was such a pageturner for me that I would not put it down.
Date published: 2017-04-25
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Best Contemporary Read I am usually not a huge fan of romance novels or anything realistic for that matter but this book completely opened my eyes to the world of contemporary literature. The main character Louisa, is so fun and quirky ,the relationships are believable and I adore Jojo Moyes writing style. GREAT BOOK!!
Date published: 2017-04-23
Rated 5 out of 5 by from This book is amazing I enjoyed this book so much, even when I was crying. This book is so emotional and you really get attached to Louisa and Will.
Date published: 2017-04-23
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Just... WOW Characters: I fell in love with them /Relationships: beautiful /Feels: so many! tears will definitely be shed /Relatable: yes! /Pace: great /Boring parts: nope! /Worth the Read: YES this book inspired me in so many ways! you don't find a book like this everyday and when something this inspiring comes along...ugh if I could give it a 6 star I totally would...
Date published: 2017-04-22
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Conflicted I loved the characters but I was slightly upset by the subject matter. It was definitely not what I expected but I couldn't help but fall in love with Louisa and her determined spirit. It's a good read once you can get past certain things. I don't want to spoil anything so I will leave it at that.
Date published: 2017-04-12
Rated 4 out of 5 by from ... The story was amazing and I couldn't put it down.
Date published: 2017-04-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from I loved this book I have got this novel as a birthday gift and I loved it..
Date published: 2017-04-03
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Touching Story What a touching story that is a page turner. Simply wonderful.
Date published: 2017-03-30
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Loved it! I couldn't put this book down!
Date published: 2017-03-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from You Will Cry I cried for the last hundred pages. It was just hitting me so hard that I couldn't stop crying. #plumreview
Date published: 2017-03-21
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Love It! I had heard about Me Before You and wanted to read it, as all the comments about it were so positive. I ended up seeing the movie first, which solidified that I needed to read the book! So I did and I loved it even more than the movie. I have purchased the sequel and am eager to read it.
Date published: 2017-03-07
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Love Love Love I actually watched the movie first before picking up the book. It was an excellent read despite knowing the plot already.
Date published: 2017-03-07
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A great book Don't go into it expecting a romance novel, but it was a great book. It kept me up reading late into the night.
Date published: 2017-02-25
Rated 1 out of 5 by from Flat, one-dimensional storyline After rave reviews from friends, I tried to get into this book but I found it really boring and the characters so one-dimensional. Couldn't even finish it.
Date published: 2017-02-25
Rated 5 out of 5 by from I mean... The main reason I felt in love with this book is because I can related to it in so many way! It is very charming and beautiful. !
Date published: 2017-02-07
Rated 1 out of 5 by from Ableist and Unromantic I'll admit it. I finished it and I cried like a baby. I liked the main character's sense of fashion. But a romance novel this was not. And on the pure fact that the moral of the story was that it is better to be dead than to be differently abled was completely offensive. So, yeah. One star.
Date published: 2017-02-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from One of my favourites ever! Jojo Moyers did a great job creating the main character, so funny. A hard to put down book. Nice narrative. Forget the movie, read the book instead.
Date published: 2017-01-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from omg i loved this this book made me ball, one of my favourites
Date published: 2017-01-26
Rated 5 out of 5 by from You don't want the book to end.... Excellent easy read. I love Jo Jo Moyes writing style that brings the characters to life. I didn't want the story to end and it kept me hopeful all the way through. Humourous as well as thought provoking.
Date published: 2017-01-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Outstanding Wonderful read, I think I cried half the way through but I couldn't put it down
Date published: 2017-01-20
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Predictable After all the rave-reviews surrounding this book, i had expected much more from it. The story line was straightforward and easy to follow and the characters were relatable and easy to like and understand. However, I found it easy to predict the ending and a little cliche.
Date published: 2017-01-18
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great Book! I read this book about a year before the movie came out and reread it after I found out about the movie version. This book is amazing, if you liked the movie, you'll enjoy this even more!!
Date published: 2017-01-18
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Loved it!! THis was a great read. It has everything I was looking for in a book at the time. I would recommend this book to all
Date published: 2017-01-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it I picked this book up yesterday morning, and could not put it down. I stayed up reading til 12:00 a.m. just to finish it, even putting off the long anticipated Season 2 premiere of Outlander!! I was expecting good things from this book, based on the reviews, but was not prepared for just how riveted I was by the story. I have to admit, I was surprised by the ending and that's all I will say about that. This author reminds me of Jodi Picoult, who is one of my favourite authors because she has a beautiful way of writing about difficult subjects and making you empathize with all of the characters, even if you don't agree with them. Will also reminds me of Lincoln Rhyme (Jeffrey Deaver), for obvious reasons (if you know that character). They both have traveled similar paths. Rhyme is also one of my favourite fictional characters so that probably made me love the story even more. I'm going to start The Girl You Left Behind next.
Date published: 2017-01-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A new favorite! Could not put this book down! It was such an emotional read, and the ending was just what I needed.
Date published: 2017-01-08
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Good read I could not put down this book. Have tissues handy. #plumreview
Date published: 2017-01-05
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Couldn't put it down I loved this book!! I want to read it again
Date published: 2016-12-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from great! awesome book, could not put down!
Date published: 2016-12-28
Rated 5 out of 5 by from great read one of the best books I've read in 2016!
Date published: 2016-12-21
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Great book, horrible ending Loved reading this book - it had many heartwarming moments, but I was so disappointed by the ending that I won't be reading any sequels.
Date published: 2016-12-20
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great read! I read this book as with a book club and I loved it! It's not typically my type of novel, but the writing was exceptional and the story was interesting and moving. I couldn't put it down!
Date published: 2016-12-20
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Good read This was a beautiful love story of 2 people who found each other at difficult times in their lives. I found myself hoping for the happy ending throughout the whole story and was a little disappointed with the ending. All in all it is a good read and heartfelt story that makes you think about the meaning of life.
Date published: 2016-12-20
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Predictable but Enjoyable I am a skeptic when it comes to books made for movies, for books with hype, and for books with melodramatic scenarios. But what can I say? I enjoyed it. I cried. Not a book I'd reread for depth of character or plot, but still worth reading when you need something to really get into quickly.
Date published: 2016-12-14
Rated 4 out of 5 by from really enjoyed this book. this type of book is different then I normally read, but really glad i did. Can't wait to read more from this author.
Date published: 2016-12-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Beautiful I fell in love with Lou, mostly because she is so relatable! I love how strong she is, and her passion for what and who she loves. Moyes had me laughing, crying, and screaming at friends to read this!
Date published: 2016-12-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it. A very knowledgable and insightful perspective on the topic of quadriplegics and other topics surrounding the issues and conflicts and emotions involved. It is heartbreaking and devastating. I can't imagine being in these situations or having to watch someone go through it all. I don't think I'd do well in Will's or Louisa's position, my heart yearns for both of them. I did not like Katrina. I'm sorry, but she had a superiority complex and ridiculously selfish attitude from the start even when she was the tiniest bit sympathetic she still made assertive points about herself. The story was beautiful, I loved Louisa and Will. I truly loved Louisa for her character and personality; and her determination towards making Will happy. The ending was somewhat what I expected but also unexpected. I didn't expect to feel the way I did upon finishing this book but it's an okay feeling. The message portrayed is something I fully agree with and the way this book carries the message is perfect. Although I do have wishes that things had turned out differently, I think the ending overall was still really good. I have mixed feelings that's basically what I can say about this haha.
Date published: 2016-12-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Brilliant I laughed, I cried... I didn't want it to end! Didn't think it would end that way (hence the crying) but amazing story
Date published: 2016-12-06
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Really Liked It! This book was fun, insightful, and swept me up in it's plot. I'm glad I read the book before watching the movie!
Date published: 2016-12-05
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great Book This book was head over heels amazing!
Date published: 2016-12-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Love, love, loved it! One of my favourite books. You couldn't help but fall in love with the characters.
Date published: 2016-12-03
Rated 5 out of 5 by from this book has great reviews for a reason READ IT! such s good read
Date published: 2016-11-30
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Heart Breakingly Beautiful!!! I loved this book this book so much, that I bought it as a Christmas gift!
Date published: 2016-11-29
Rated 5 out of 5 by from amazing loved this novel couldn't put it down
Date published: 2016-11-25
Rated 5 out of 5 by from My New Favourite Book In anticipation of the upcoming movie release, I purchased this book so that I could walk into the movie with the full story. I'm glad I did: the movie was enjoyable, but nothing compared to this beautifully written and emotional masterpiece. Heart wrenching with just the right amount of humor and romance. I appreciate the research that Jojo Moyes had to have done to write such a detailed description of what Will Traynor had gone through. I could read this book forever.
Date published: 2016-11-21
Rated 5 out of 5 by from SO GOOD This book is one of those that needs to be read in one-sitting. It was so hilarious, relatable, and heartwarming. Really great read! These characters will stay with you forever.
Date published: 2016-11-17
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Fantastic! I couldn't put this book down! Such a great read!
Date published: 2016-11-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved Me Before You by Jojo Moyes is an absolutely amazing novel, both story wise and the writing style. Lou lives a simple life, always just accepting what she has and never dreams of anything better. Lou puts up with her exercise obsessed boyfriend Patrick, who is self centered, constantly tells her to lose weight and doesn’t treat her with respect, Lou knows she doesn’t love Patrick but he helps provide for her family but can not stand her matched boyfriend. Lou constantly feels under her sister’s shadow, since her sister gets all the opportunities although she got pregnant and dropped out of university. Lou constantly has to give up all the things she deserves in order to provide for her whole entire family. Will, a paraplegic who was so adventurous before his accident. In the novel they influence each other, making each other live to the fullest and fall in love in the process. Will’s parents hire Lou to convince Will not to commit self-suicide due to his dissatisfaction with life. I didn’t know what to expect, I saw that it was going to be a Major Motion Picture so it was safe to assume that the novel would be extraordinary but it was much more. Me Before You by Jojo Moyes teach life lessons that everyone should learn, lessons about how to enjoy what you have but also that If you have the opportunity to explore new things never to settle. Throughout the entire emotional story, as a reader I never failed to be bored, whether the dialogue between characters captured me or within my own mind I was always intrigued. The ending was absolutely heartbreaking but I am glad it was not a cliché ending. Louisa was a very easy character to connect with as well as Will; although he would seem to be a stock character, Moyes happened to make him completely different from the typical ‘bad boy’ character. Jojo Moyes created a beautiful piece of literature, one that will last beyond her time. This story leaves a significant impact on any reader; I definitely recommend this novel to everyone.
Date published: 2016-11-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A Beautiful Love Story I loved this book. It was witty and funny, amidst sadness and a tragic love story. It was a tale of putting others' needs above your own and the struggle between an unlikely couple.
Date published: 2016-11-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Captivating Loved this book and could not put it down! Great if you love a book that pulls at your heart strings
Date published: 2016-11-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Favourite book by far! Loved this book! Not your typical love story but a great book. Couldn't put it down. Definitely a must read!!
Date published: 2016-11-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Absolutley amazing! Could not take my eyes off the page, I loved everything about this book, it truly broke my heart, best love story I have read in a long time.
Date published: 2016-11-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Just WOW I'll be honest, I've started the book already knowing the end, so I wasn't expecting much surprises. Oh, how wrong was I... You just can't help but fall deeply in love with the characters and their mindS... And get your heart crushed Along with them. Litteraly. Crushed.
Date published: 2016-11-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from my poor heart i picked up this book after seeing the trailer and had no idea how it would end at the time. needless to say i fell in love with the characters and their relationship only to have my heart broken into a million pieces at how their story ends. it was such a whirlwind of hope, sadness, but also happiness for Will in the end that i could not put down this book. Do yourself a favour and read this book!!!
Date published: 2016-11-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing book I stopped reading books like these a few years ago. After some convincing from Chapters' staff, I gave in. Absolutely, love the book. It is not your ordinary love story. The characters felt real. I went back to Chapters and thank the staff for recommending to me.
Date published: 2016-11-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Beautiful! This book made me cry...IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL...SO SO SO BEAUTIFUL.
Date published: 2016-11-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Wonderful story! This is such an honest, thought-provoking, and heartbreaking novel. It brings up difficult questions about a controversial topic, and it made me think about what I would do if I were in the characters’ shoes. I found myself unable to stop turning the pages, desperate to find out what happens next. This book is never predictable nor is it cliché. It is the kind of story that stays with you long after you have finished reading the last page! I highly recommend this novel. #plumreview
Date published: 2016-11-07
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing realistic characters and world! I absolutely loved this book. I was a little hesitant as I had heard the subject matter was a little dark. Despite the heavy content. Moyes writes beautifully and realistically with loving wit thrown in throughout to soften the content. Laugh out loud funny and ugly cry ending. This is now one of my favourite books and I look forward to reading more by her!
Date published: 2016-11-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Lovely There are a lot of mixed reviews on this one.I liked it a lot. Any book that can make me cry gets points from me. #plumreview
Date published: 2016-11-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from I loved it! I bought this book awhile ago and I am in love! I bought "After You" as soon as I could!
Date published: 2016-11-06
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Entertaining #plumreview Somewhat predictable but enjoyed the characters. An easy read.
Date published: 2016-11-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Really Enjoyed this book! I really enjoyed this book and I was sad when it was over. I really enjoy the light hearted writing style of Jojo Moyes and the characters that she developed throughout the novel were very enjoyable and realistic and easy to relate to. I have now read two novels by Moyes, and I cannot wait to read more of her works!
Date published: 2016-11-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Very enjoyable I really enjoyed this novel. It has such a good story and the characters are very rounded and dimensional. I'm glad I picked up the novel, the movie absolutely pails in comparison.
Date published: 2016-11-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from i LOVED this book I thought this was such a cute story that really made people think! It was very well written and I really wasn't sure how it would end until I got to the final chapter. I would recommend this book to anyone!
Date published: 2016-11-04
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Cute and Easy to Read While it wasn't an extremely original and a bit predictable, it was a very cute and fun story! There were a bit of controversial themes surrounding disabled peoples in it, and that may bother some people, but for the story and characters itself, extremely likable!
Date published: 2016-11-03
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Such a good story I watched the movie before reading the book. As usual, the book is soo much better than the film. There is so much to this story, it is not your typical novel. It is easy to lose yourself in the story and not put the book down. Such an incredible book!
Date published: 2016-11-03
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Couldn't put it down! I absolutely loved this book. I fell in love with Lou, Will and their story. It was heartbreaking, funny, and tragic all the same. I was so captivated by the story line and the characters that I had to take a little break to recover before reading After You. It touches on many different subjects - free will, quality of life, finding your own path in life, and moving on. I strongly recommend.
Date published: 2016-11-03
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Loved this book! Bought this book for a school assignment and fell in love! very touching!
Date published: 2016-10-04
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Alright I got sucked into the hype with this book. I thought it was predictable but was an easy summer read.
Date published: 2016-09-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from This Book is Life WOW!!!!! SUCH AN AMAZING BOOK!!!!. Definitely a must read and worth your money. It was beautifully heart breaking and tragic I just love it. Thank you Jojo Moyes for creating this world of perfection :) :) :)
Date published: 2016-09-15
Rated 3 out of 5 by from OK It was an ok story with an ok plot and ok characters. The plot was fairly predictable but did included some loaded subjects mainly one's right to die.
Date published: 2016-09-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing page-turner of a book! This book was an amazing page-turner, I loved it! It has a great story-line and surprises. Really enjoyed reading it. Has a few funny part in it also! Would highly recommend this read.
Date published: 2016-08-31
Rated 4 out of 5 by from So Good This was a great book! Easy to get lost in it for hours and not realize time is going by. I saw the movie first so I knew what was going to happen but the book is more involved and in depth. It stays with you after you finish it
Date published: 2016-08-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing Read Absolutely adored this book, I cried multiple times.
Date published: 2016-08-19
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Interesting Read Raised some good questions and created some interesting conversations.
Date published: 2016-08-01
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Interesting Raises some interesting questions and created some good conversations.
Date published: 2016-08-01
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it! Very good book
Date published: 2016-07-18
Rated 1 out of 5 by from Did not like Just finished reading this and it took me nearly 5 months to get through, I usually get through books this length in 2 weeks. The plot was so predictable and boring, and the characters felt very two dimensional. I especially hate the ending because **SPOILER ALERT** the main guy kills himself because he can't live with being disabled. What kind of message is that sending to young disabled people, because that's who the book is being marketed towards. I felt that the entire book was incredibly ableist, and I can't believe that this is supposed to be a "feel good, happy, rom-com" when it was just disgusting. Overall, if you're thinking about reading this, just don't, save your time and read something by another author.
Date published: 2016-06-28
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Read it in one sitting! Its a funny and sweet novel that I could not put it down. If you are a fan of chic lit with a twist, you'll love this one.
Date published: 2016-06-25
Rated 5 out of 5 by from FANTASTIC STORY...WOW!!!! I LOVED this book. It shows compassion towards handicapped people from A to Z. A beautiful love story. One of the BEST ROMANCE books that I have ever read. BRILLIANT story. Lovely writing. A page turner! I HAVE TO SEE THE MOVIE.
Date published: 2016-06-20
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Sob fest Looking for a good cry? This is the book for you, not only a good cry it's also funny, descriptive and over all a great book. You will instantly fall in love with the characters.
Date published: 2016-06-20
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Ok but not great *Spoiler alert, maybe* The plot for me was predictable. I wished there was a moment where Will thought about changing his mind. I wanted more dialogue between the two main characters instead of just reading what Louisa was thinking the whole time. She was supposed to be chatty after all. There were definitely some good twists but for me the ending was not as poignant as I would have liked. Andddddddd it took so long for them to kiss...sorry I'm just a girl after all.
Date published: 2016-06-17
Rated 2 out of 5 by from EHHHHH..? i ordered this book from the library on an audio book and i came out extremely disappointed. what i did like was jojo's great writing. the characters in this book felt very much alive and full of life (especially Louisa Clarke). what i didnt like about this book was the strong sense of ableism. bacisally i felt that at every moment will was devauled and only used as a plot devise. i also didnt like how the entire plot of this story was to make louisa more happy and to have a life and not will's. i also felt like how the characters didnt really hlp will at all. there was no talk of seeing a therapist or talk to other quadriplegic people and get real help. now i will stil read more books by jojo moyes because i did like her writing but i didnt like this book
Date published: 2016-06-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Absolutely AMAZING I bought this book 2 days ago, and finished it in a day and a half, it's that good.. It makes you want to know so much more that you just can't put the book down. It's an amazing story, it makes you happy but also sad at the same time, safe to say I cried a few times. Best book i've read to date.
Date published: 2016-06-15
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Just a good book. I can not say that this was my all-time favorite book. Although it was a great book, there was nothing that emotion-triggering about it up until the end. It was a lot like the movie "The Intouchables", but a love story instead. This book did bring up a controversial topic into fiction literature, and through that, many characters got to express different views on the topic, which was interesting to read. PS: DEFINITELY read before watching the movie.
Date published: 2016-06-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Love this book I could not be happier with this book. It was a light and easy read that I just couldn't put down. I will definitely recommend this book to my friends.
Date published: 2016-06-09
Rated 1 out of 5 by from Wasn't Great This book definitely isn't wasn't worth the price. I went into the story not knowing the ending, but when I found out I was very intrigued to read how that difficult topic was going to be wrestled with by the characters.... The characters were loveable enough, but I kept wanting more especially from Will and the main Lou. The switching of the perspectives in the latter portion of the book was kind of a lazy way to tell the story. I never as a reader truly got inside the mind of any of the characters beyond the superficial (Lou was only slightly deeper... but even then it wasn't very reflective). You could already piece together the entire characters within the first few paragraphs.... Seemed like a fluff piece that was made with a hollywood movie in mind at some point. Overall if I'm going to be investing time and money into a book this wouldn't be it. Save yourself both and just see the movie instead.
Date published: 2016-06-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved this Read this book in less than a week. I absolutely fell in love with the characters and their lives. An amazing and not your typical love story. It is full of love, life, lost and heartbreak, it will definitely bring tears to your eyes. It's a must read! Total page turner!
Date published: 2016-06-08
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Whirlwind of emotion What a beautiful and emotional book. With every turn of a page it sends you on a whirlwind of emotions from happy to sad to all the feels inbetween. You feel yourself being pulled in two different directions between Lou and Will. Always routing on Lou to do her best in hopes to help will, but at the same time trying to understand and see the way Will feels from his perspective of his situation. Although it is quite predictable on how the story pans out, you do feel invested in the characters and still go through all the emotions as if you didn't know the outcome. Overall this book was beautiful and beautifully written. I would recommend this book to anyone who asks about it.
Date published: 2016-06-01
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Going for an emotional rollercoaster ride! I loved this book! I could not put it down! The journey that Jojo Moyes writes about Lou and Will is beautiful. I laughed and definitely cried! After finishing it, I had to re-read my favourite parts. A must read!!
Date published: 2016-05-29
Rated 5 out of 5 by from New Favourite Book I laughed, I cried, and cried some more. I couldn't put this book down.
Date published: 2016-05-19
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Would Recommend! I bought this book knowing I would probably like it. I was not disappointed. It has a good story, moves along at a regular/sustained pace, the characters are lovable in their own way, and there is no pretense of perfection. You know not to expect a fairytale ending, and that's alright. From the beginning, I was hooked, and I would recommend this read to anyone. Make sure you have tissues if you get easily emotional.
Date published: 2016-05-18
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Intense and Quirky- A Rare Find! I got through this book way too fast, despite my best efforts to put it down and walk away from it. Although it was a quick read, that is not because of poor writing; the writing is perfect and it is impossible to draw yourself out of the world in the book. I walked around like a mope the whole time I was reading it, and for days after. It's one of those books that made my heart hurt, and completely consumed my thoughts. I just wish I could go back in time and read it again for the first time. Definitely a must read.
Date published: 2016-05-17

Read from the Book

 Prologue2007When he emerges from the bathroom she is awake, propped up against the pillows and flicking through the travel brochures that were beside his bed. She is wearing one of his T-shirts, and her long hair is tousled in a way that prompts reflexive thoughts of the previous night. He stands there, enjoying the brief flashback, rubbing the water from his hair with a towel.She looks up from a brochure and pouts. She is probably slightly too old to pout, but they’ve been going out a short enough time for it still to be cute.“Do we really have to do something that involves trekking up mountains, or hanging over ravines? It’s our first proper holiday together, and there is literally not one single trip in these that doesn’t involve either throwing yourself off something or”—she pretends to shudder—“wearing fleece.”She throws the brochures down on the bed, stretches her caramel-colored arms above her head. Her voice is husky, testament to their missed hours of sleep. “How about a luxury spa in Bali? We could lie around on the sand…spend hours being pampered…long, relaxing nights…”“I can’t do those sorts of holidays. I need to be doing something.”“Like throwing yourself out of airplanes.”“Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it.”She pulls a face. “If it’s all the same to you, I think I’ll stick with knocking it.”His shirt is faintly damp against his skin. He runs a comb through his hair and switches on his mobile phone, wincing at the list of messages that immediately pushes its way through onto the little screen.“Right,” he says. “Got to go. Help yourself to breakfast.” He leans over the bed to kiss her. She smells warm and perfumed and deeply sexy. He inhales the scent from the back of her hair, and briefly loses his train of thought as she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him down toward the bed.“Are we still going away this weekend?”He extricates himself reluctantly. “Depends what happens on this deal. It’s all a bit up in the air at the moment. There’s still a possibility I might have to be in New York. Nice dinner somewhere Thursday, either way? Your choice of restaurant.” His motorbike leathers are on the back of the door, and he reaches for them.She narrows her eyes. “Dinner. With or without Mr. BlackBerry?”“What?”“Mr. BlackBerry makes me feel like Miss Gooseberry.” The pout again. “I feel like there’s always a third person vying for your attention.”“I’ll turn it on to silent.”“Will Traynor!” she scolds. “You must have some time when you can switch it off.”“I turned it off last night, didn’t I?”“Only under extreme duress.”He grins. “Is that what we’re calling it now?” He pulls on his leathers. And Lissa’s hold on his imagination is finally broken. He throws his motorbike jacket over his arm, and blows her a kiss as he leaves.There are twenty-two messages on his BlackBerry, the first of which came in from New York at 3:42 A.M. Some legal problem. He takes the lift down to the underground car park, trying to update himself with the night’s events.“Morning, Mr. Traynor.”The security guard steps out of his cubicle. It’s weatherproof, even though down here there is no weather to be protected from. Will sometimes wonders what he does down here in the small hours, staring at the closed-circuit television and the glossy bumpers of £60,000 cars that never get dirty.He shoulders his way into his leather jacket. “What’s it like out there, Mick?”“Terrible. Raining cats and dogs.”Will stops. “Really? Not weather for the bike?”Mick shakes his head. “No, sir. Not unless you’ve got an inflatable attachment. Or a death wish.”Will stares at his bike, then peels himself out of his leathers. No matter what Lissa thinks, he is not a man who believes in taking unnecessary risks. He unlocks the top box of his bike and places the leathers inside, locking it and throwing the keys at Mick, who catches them neatly with one hand. “Stick those through my door, will you?”“No problem. You want me to call a taxi for you?”“No. No point both of us getting wet.”Mick presses the button to open the automatic barrier and Will steps out, lifting a hand in thanks. The early morning is dark and thunderous around him, the Central London traffic already dense and slow despite the fact that it is barely half past seven. He pulls his collar up around his neck and strides down the street toward the junction, from where he is most likely to hail a taxi. The roads are slick with water, the gray light shining on the mirrored pavement.He curses inwardly as he spies the other suited people standing on the edge of the curb. Since when did the whole of London begin getting up so early? Everyone has had the same idea.He is wondering where best to position himself when his phone rings. It is Rupert.“I’m on my way in. Just trying to get a cab.” He catches sight of a taxi with an orange light approaching on the other side of the road, and begins to stride toward it, hoping nobody else has seen. A bus roars past, followed by a lorry whose brakes squeal, deafening him to Rupert’s words. “Can’t hear you, Rupe,” he yells against the noise of the traffic. “You’ll have to say that again.” Briefly marooned on the island, the traffic flowing past him like a current, he can see the orange light glowing, holds up his free hand, hoping that the driver can see him through the heavy rain.“You need to call Jeff in New York. He’s still up, waiting for you. We were trying to get you last night.”“What’s the problem?”“Legal hitch. Two clauses they’re stalling on under section…signature…papers…” His voice is drowned out by a passing car, its tires hissing in the wet.“I didn’t catch that.”The taxi has seen him. It is slowing, sending a fine spray of water as it slows on the opposite side of the road. He spies the man farther along whose brief sprint slows in disappointment as he sees Will will get there before him. He feels a sneaking sense of triumph. “Look, get Cally to have the paperwork on my desk,” he yells. “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”He glances both ways, then ducks his head as he runs the last few steps across the road toward the cab, the word “Blackfriars” already on his lips. The rain is seeping down the gap between his collar and his shirt. He will be soaked by the time he reaches the office, even walking this short distance. He may have to send his secretary out for another shirt.“And we need to get this due diligence thing worked out before Martin gets in—”He glances up at the screeching sound, the rude blare of a horn. He sees the side of the glossy black taxi in front of him, the driver already winding down his window, and at the edge of his field of vision something he can’t quite make out, something coming toward him at an impossible speed.He turns toward it, and in that split second he realizes that he is in its path, that there is no way he is going to be able to get out of its way. His hand opens in surprise, letting the BlackBerry fall to the ground. He hears a shout, which may be his own. The last thing he sees is a leather glove, a face under a helmet, the shock in the man’s eyes mirroring his own. There is an explosion as everything fragments.And then there is nothing.12009There are 158 footsteps between the bus stop and home, but it can stretch to 180 if you aren’t in a hurry, like maybe if you’re wearing platform shoes. I turned the corner onto our street (68 steps), and could just see the house—a four-bedroom semi in a row of other three- and four-bedroom semis. Dad’s car was outside, which meant he had not yet left for work.Behind me, the sun was setting behind Stortfold Castle, its dark shadow sliding down the hill like melting wax to overtake me. On a different sort of day, I could have told you all the things that had happened to me on this route: where Dad taught me to ride a bike without stabilizers; where Mrs. Doherty with the lopsided wig used to make us Welsh cakes; the hedge where Treena knocked a wasp’s nest and we ran screaming all the way back to the castle.Thomas’s tricycle was upturned on the path and, closing the gate behind me, I dragged it under the porch and opened the door. The warmth hit me with the force of an air bag; Mum is a martyr to the cold and keeps the heating on all year round. Dad is always opening windows, complaining that she’d bankrupt the lot of us. He says our heating bills are larger than the GDP of a small African country.“That you, love?”“Yup.” I hung my jacket on the peg, where it fought for space among the others.“Which you? Lou? Treena?”“Lou.”I peered around the living-room door. Dad was facedown on the sofa, his arm thrust deep between the cushions, as if they had swallowed his limb whole. Thomas, my five-year-old nephew, was on his haunches, watching him intently.“Lego.” Dad turned his face toward me, puce from exertion. “Why they have to make the damned pieces so small I don’t know.”“Where’s Mum?”“Upstairs. How about that? A two-pound piece!”I looked up, just able to hear the familiar creak of the ironing board. Josie Clark, my mother, never sat down. It was a point of honor. She had been known to stand on an outside ladder painting the windows, occasionally pausing to wave, while the rest of us ate a roast dinner.“Will you have a go at finding this bloody arm for me? He’s had me looking for half an hour and I’ve got to get ready for work.”“Are you on nights?”“Yeah. It’s half past five.”I glanced at the clock. “Actually, it’s half past four.”He extracted his arm from the cushions and squinted at his watch. “Then what are you doing home so early?”I shook my head vaguely, as if I might have misunderstood the question, and walked into the kitchen.Granddad was sitting in his chair by the kitchen window, studying a Sudoku. The health visitor had told us it would be good for his concentration, help his focus after the strokes. I suspected I was the only one to notice he simply filled out all the boxes with whatever number came to mind.“Hey, Granddad.”He looked up and smiled.“You want a cup of tea?”He shook his head, and partially opened his mouth.“Cold drink?”He nodded.I opened the fridge door. “There’s no apple juice.” Apple juice, I remembered now, was too expensive. “Water?”He nodded, murmured something that could have been a thank-you as I handed him the glass.My mother walked into the room, bearing a huge basket of neatly folded laundry. “Are these yours?” She brandished a pair of socks.“Treena’s, I think.”“I thought so. Odd color. I think they must have got in with Daddy’s plum pajamas. You’re back early. Are you going somewhere?”“No.” I filled a glass with tap water and drank it.“Is Patrick coming around later? He rang here earlier. Did you have your mobile off?”“Mm.”“He said he’s after booking your holiday. Your father says he saw something on the television about it. Where is it you liked? Ipsos? Kalypsos?”“Skiathos.”“That’s the one. You want to check your hotel very carefully. Do it on the Internet. He and Daddy watched something on the news at lunchtime. Apparently they’re building sites, half of those budget deals, and you wouldn’t know until you got there. Daddy, would you like a cup of tea? Did Lou not offer you one?” She put the kettle on, then glanced up at me. It’s possible she had finally noticed I wasn’t saying anything. “Are you all right, love? You look awfully pale.”She reached out a hand and felt my forehead, as if I were much younger than twenty-six.“I don’t think we’re going on holiday.”My mother’s hand stilled. Her gaze had that X-ray thing that it had held since I was a kid. “Are you and Pat having some problems?”“Mum, I—”“I’m not trying to interfere. It’s just, you’ve been together an awful long time. It’s only natural if things get a bit sticky every now and then. I mean, me and your father, we—”“I lost my job.”My voice cut into the silence. The words hung there, searing themselves on the little room long after the sound had died away.“You what?”“Frank’s shutting down the café. From tomorrow.” I held out a hand with the slightly damp envelope I had gripped in shock the entire journey home. All 180 steps from the bus stop. “He’s given me my three months’ money.”The day had started like any other day. Everyone I knew hated Monday mornings, but I never minded them. I liked arriving early at the Buttered Bun, firing up the huge tea urn in the corner, bringing in the crates of milk and bread from the backyard, and chatting to Frank as we prepared to open.I liked the fuggy bacon-scented warmth of the café, the little bursts of cool air as the door opened and closed, the low murmur of conversation, and, when quiet, Frank’s radio singing tinnily to itself in the corner. It wasn’t a fashionable place—its walls were covered in scenes from the castle up on the hill, the tables still sported Formica tops, and the menu hadn’t altered since I started, apart from the addition of chocolate brownies to the iced-bun tray.But most of all I liked the customers. I liked Kev and Angelo, the plumbers, who came in most mornings and teased Frank about where his meat might have come from. I liked the Dandelion Lady, nicknamed for her shock of white hair, who ate one egg and chips from Monday to Thursday and sat reading the complimentary newspapers and drinking her way through two cups of tea. I always made an effort to chat with her. I suspected it might be the only conversation the old woman got all day.I liked the tourists, who stopped on their walk up to and down from the castle, the shrieking schoolchildren, who stopped by after school, the regulars from the offices across the road, and Nina and Cherie, the hairdressers, who knew the calorie count of every single item the Buttered Bun had to offer. Even the annoying customers, like the red-haired woman who ran the toy shop and disputed her change at least once a week, didn’t trouble me.I watched relationships begin and end across those tables, children transferred between ex-spouses, the guilty relief of those parents who couldn’t face cooking, and the secret pleasure of pensioners at a fried breakfast. All human life came through, and most of them shared a few words with me, trading jokes or comments over the mugs of steaming tea. Dad always said he never knew what was going to come out of my mouth next, but in the café it didn’t matter.Frank liked me. He was quiet by nature, and said having me there kept the place lively. It was a bit like being a barmaid, but without the hassle of drunks.And then that afternoon, after the lunchtime rush had ended, and with the place briefly empty, Frank, wiping his hands on his apron, had come out from behind the hot plate and turned the little CLOSED sign to face the street.He was twisting a tea towel between his two hands and looked more uncomfortable than I had ever seen him. I wondered, briefly, whether someone had complained about me. And then he motioned to me to sit down.“Sorry, Louisa,” he said, after he had told me. “But I’m going back to Australia. My dad’s not too good, and it looks like the castle is definitely going to start doing its own refreshments. The writing’s on the wall.”I think I sat there with my mouth actually hanging open. And then Frank handed me the envelope, and answered my next question before it left my lips. “I know we never had, you know, a formal contract or anything, but I wanted to look after you. There’s three months’ money in there. We close tomorrow.”“Three months!” Dad exploded, as my mother thrust a cup of sweet tea into my hands. “Well, that’s big of him, given she’s worked like a ruddy Trojan in that place for the last six years.”“Bernard.” Mum shot him a warning look, nodding toward Thomas. My parents minded him after school every day until Treena finished work.“What the hell is she supposed to do now? He could have given her more than a day’s bloody notice.”“Well…she’ll just have to get another job.”“There are no bloody jobs, Josie. You know that as well as I do. We’re in the middle of a bloody recession.”Mum shut her eyes for a moment, as if composing herself before she spoke. “She’s a bright girl. She’ll find herself something. She’s got a solid employment record, hasn’t she? Frank will give her a good reference.”“Oh, fecking marvelous…‘Louisa Clark is very good at buttering toast, and a dab hand with the old teapot.’”“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Dad.”“I’m just saying.”I knew the real reason for Dad’s anxiety. They relied on my wages. Treena earned next to nothing at the flower shop. Mum couldn’t work, as she had to look after Granddad, and Granddad’s pension amounted to almost nothing. Dad lived in a constant state of anxiety about his job at the furniture factory. His boss had been muttering about possible redundancies for months. There were murmurings at home about debts and the juggling of credit cards. Dad had had his car written off by an uninsured driver two years previously, and somehow this had been enough for the whole teetering edifice that was my parents’ finances to finally collapse. My modest wages had been a little bedrock of housekeeping money, enough to help see the family through from week to week.“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. She can head down to the Job Center tomorrow and see what’s on offer. She’s got enough to get by for now.” They spoke as if I weren’t there. “And she’s smart. You’re smart, aren’t you, love? Perhaps she could do a typing course. Go into office work.”I sat there as my parents discussed what other jobs my limited qualifications might entitle me to. Factory work, machinist, roll butterer. For the first time that afternoon I wanted to cry. Thomas watched me with big, round eyes, and silently handed me half a soggy biscuit.“Thanks, Tommo,” I mouthed silently, and ate it.He was down at the athletics club, as I had known he would be. Mondays to Thursdays, regular as a station timetable, Patrick was there in the gym or running in circles around the floodlit track.“Run with me,” he puffed, as he got closer. His breath came in pale clouds. “I’ve got four laps to go.”I hesitated just a moment, and then began to run alongside him. It was the only way I was going to get any kind of conversation out of him. I was wearing my pink trainers with the turquoise laces, the only shoes I could possibly run in.I had spent the day at home, trying to be useful. I’m guessing it was about an hour before I started to get under my mother’s feet. Mum and Granddad had their routines, and having me there interrupted them. Dad was asleep, as he was on nights this month, and not to be disturbed. I tidied my room, then sat and watched television with the sound down, and when I remembered, periodically, why I was at home in the middle of the day, I felt an actual brief pain in my chest.“I wasn’t expecting you.”“I got fed up at home. I thought maybe we could do something.”He looked sideways at me. There was a fine film of sweat on his face. “The sooner you get another job, babe, the better.”“It’s all of twenty-four hours since I lost the last one. Am I allowed to just be a bit miserable and floppy? You know, just for today?”“But you’ve got to look at the positive side. You knew you couldn’t stay at that place forever. You want to move upward, onward.” Patrick had been named Stortfold Young Entrepreneur of the Year two years previously, and had not yet quite recovered from the honor. He had since acquired a business partner, Ginger Pete, offering personal training to clients over a forty-mile area, and two liveried vans on credit. “Being made redundant can change people’s lives, Lou.” He glanced at his watch, checking his lap time. “What do you want to do? You could retrain. I’m sure they do a grant for people like you.”“People like me?”“People looking for a new opportunity. What do you want to be? You could be a beautician. You’re pretty enough.” He nudged me as we ran, as if I should be grateful for the compliment.“You know my beauty routine. Soap, water, the odd paper bag.”Patrick was beginning to look exasperated.I was starting to lag behind. I hate running. I hated him for not slowing down.“Look…shop assistant. Secretary. Estate agent. I don’t know…there must be something you want to do.”But there wasn’t. I had liked it in the café. I liked knowing everything there was to know about the Buttered Bun, and hearing about the lives of the people who came through it. I had felt comfortable there.“You can’t mope around, babe. Got to get over it. All the best entrepreneurs fight their way back from rock bottom. Jeffrey Archer did it. So did Richard Branson.” He tapped my arm, trying to get me to keep up.“I doubt if Jeffrey Archer ever got made redundant from toasting teacakes.” I was out of breath. And I was wearing the wrong bra. I slowed, dropped my hands down onto my knees.He turned, running backward, his voice carrying on the still, cold air. “I’m just saying. Sleep on it, put on a smart suit, and head down to the Job Center. Or I’ll train you to work with me, if you like. You know there’s money in it. And don’t worry about the holiday. I’ll pay.”I smiled at him.He blew a kiss and his voice echoed across the empty stadium. “You can pay me back when you’re back on your feet.”I made my first claim for Jobseeker’s Allowance. I attended a forty-five-minute interview, and a group interview, where I sat with a group of twenty or so mismatched men and women, half of whom wore the same slightly stunned expression I suspected I did, and the other half the blank, uninterested faces of people who had been here too many times before. I wore what my dad deemed my “civilian” clothes.As a result of these efforts, I endured a brief stint filling in on a night shift at a chicken processing factory (it gave me nightmares for weeks), and two days at a training session as a “home energy adviser.” I realized pretty quickly that I was essentially being instructed to befuddle old people into switching energy suppliers, and told Syed, my personal “adviser,” that I couldn’t do it. He insisted that I continue, so I listed some of the practices that they had asked me to employ, at which point he went a bit quiet and suggested we (it was always “we” even though it was pretty obvious that one of us had a job) try something else.I did two weeks at a fast-food chain. The hours were okay, I could cope with the fact that the uniform made my hair static, but I found it impossible to stick to the “appropriate responses” script, with its “How can I help you today?” and its “Would you like large fries with that?” I was let go after one of the doughnut girls caught me debating the varying merits of the free toys with a four-year-old. What can I say? She was a smart four-year-old. I also thought the Sleeping Beautys were sappy.Now I sat at my fourth interview as Syed scanned through the touch screen for further employment “opportunities.” Even Syed, who wore the grimly cheerful demeanor of someone who had shoehorned the most unlikely candidates into a job, was starting to sound a little weary.“Um…Have you ever considered joining the entertainment industry?”“What, as in mime artist? Opera singer?”“Actually, no. But there is an opening for a pole dancer. Several, in fact.”I raised an eyebrow. “Please tell me you are kidding.”“It’s thirty hours a week on a self-employed basis. I believe the tips are good. You said you were good with people. And you seem to like…theatrical…clothing.” He glanced at my tights, which were green and glittery. I had thought they would cheer me up. Thomas had hummed the theme tune from The Little Mermaid at me for almost the whole of breakfast.Syed tapped something into his keyboard. “How about ‘adult chat line supervisor’?”I stared at him.He shrugged. “You said you liked talking to people.”“No. And no to seminude bar staff. Or masseuse. Or webcam operator. Come on, Syed. There must be something I can do that wouldn’t actually give my dad a heart attack.”This appeared to stump him. “There’s not much left outside flexi-hour retail opportunities.”“Nighttime shelf stacking?” I had been here enough times now to speak their language.“There’s a waiting list. Parents tend to go for it, because it suits the school hours,” he said apologetically. He studied the screen again. “So we’re really left with care assistant.”“Wiping old people’s bottoms.”“I’m afraid, Louisa, you’re not qualified for much else. If you wanted to retrain, I’d be happy to point you in the right direction. There are plenty of courses at the adult education center.”“But we’ve been through this, Syed. If I do that, I lose my Jobseeker money, right?”“If you’re not available for work, yes.”We sat there in silence for a moment. I gazed at the doors, where two burly security men stood. I wondered if they had got the job through the Job Center.“I’m not good with old people, Syed. My granddad lives at home since he had his strokes, and I can’t cope with him.”“Ah. So you have some experience of care giving.”“Not really. My mum does everything for him.”“Would your mum like a job?”“Funny.”“I’m not being funny.”“And leave me looking after my granddad? No, thanks. That’s from him, as well as me, by the way. Haven’t you got anything in any cafés?”“I don’t think there are enough cafés left to guarantee you employment, Louisa. We could try Kentucky Fried Chicken. You might get on better there.”“Because I’d get so much more out of offering a Bargain Bucket than Chicken McNuggets? I don’t think so.”“Well, then perhaps we’ll have to look farther afield.”“There are only four buses to and from our town. You know that. And I know you said I should look into the tourist bus, but I rang the station and it stops running at 5 P.M. Plus it’s twice as expensive as the normal bus.”Syed sat back in his seat. “At this point in the proceedings, Louisa, I really need to make the point that as a fit and able person, in order to continue qualifying for your allowance, you need—”“—to show that I’m trying to get a job. I know.”How could I explain to this man how much I wanted to work? Did he have the slightest idea how much I missed my old job? Unemployment had been a concept, something droningly referred to on the news in relation to shipyards or car factories. I had never considered that you might miss a job like you missed a limb—a constant, reflexive thing. I hadn’t thought that as well as the obvious fears about money, and your future, losing your job would make you feel inadequate, and a bit useless. That it would be harder to get up in the morning than when you were rudely shocked into consciousness by the alarm. That you might miss the people you worked with, no matter how little you had in common with them. Or even that you might find yourself searching for familiar faces as you walked the high street. The first time I had seen the Dandelion Lady wandering past the shops, looking as aimless as I felt, I had fought the urge to go and give her a hug.Syed’s voice broke into my reverie. “Aha. Now this might work.”I tried to peer around at the screen.“Just came in. This very minute. Care assistant position.”“I told you I was no good with—”“It’s not old people. It’s a…a private position. To help in someone’s house, and the address is less than two miles from your home. ‘Care and companionship for a disabled man.’ Can you drive?”“Yes. But would I have to wipe his—”“No bottom wiping required, as far as I can tell.” He scanned the screen. “He’s a…a quadriplegic. He needs someone in the daylight hours to help feed and assist. Often in these jobs it’s a case of being there when they want to go out somewhere, helping with basic stuff that they can’t do themselves. Oh. It’s good money. Quite a lot more than the minimum wage.”“That’s probably because it involves bottom wiping.”“I’ll ring them to confirm the absence of bottom wiping. But if that’s the case, you’ll go along for the interview?”He said it like it was a question.But we both knew the answer.I sighed, and gathered up my bag, ready for the trip home.“Jesus Christ,” said my father. “Can you imagine? If it wasn’t punishment enough ending up in a ruddy wheelchair, then you get our Lou turning up to keep you company.”“Bernard!” my mother scolded.Behind me, Granddad was laughing into his mug of tea.2I am not thick. I’d just like to get that out of the way at this point. But it’s quite hard not to feel a bit deficient in the Department of Brain Cells, growing up next to a younger sister who was moved up not just a year into my class, but then to the year above.Everything that is sensible, or smart, Katrina did first, despite being eighteen months younger than me. Every book I ever read she had read first, every fact I mentioned at the dinner table she already knew. She is the only person I know who actually likes exams. Sometimes I think I dress the way I do because the one thing Treena can’t do is put clothes together. She’s a pullover-and-jeans kind of girl. Her idea of smart is ironing the jeans first.My father calls me a “character,” because I tend to say the first thing that pops into my head. My mother calls me “individual,” which is her polite way of not quite understanding the way I dress.But apart from a brief period in my teens, I never wanted to look like Treena, or any of the girls at school; I preferred boys’ clothes till I was about fourteen, and now tend to please myself—depending on what mood I am in on the day. There’s no point in me trying to look conventional. I am small, dark-haired, and, according to my dad, have the face of an elf. That’s not as in “elfin beauty.” I am not plain, but I don’t think anyone is ever going to call me beautiful. I don’t have that graceful thing going on. Patrick calls me gorgeous when he wants to get his leg over, but he’s fairly transparent like that. We’ve known each other for coming up to seven years.I was twenty-six years old and I wasn’t really sure what I was. Up until I lost my job I hadn’t even given it any thought. I supposed I would probably marry Patrick, knock out a few kids, live a few streets away from where I had always lived. Apart from an exotic taste in clothes, and the fact that I’m a bit short, there’s not a lot separating me from anyone you might pass in the street. You probably wouldn’t look at me twice. An ordinary girl, leading an ordinary life. It actually suited me fine.“You must wear a suit to an interview,” Mum had insisted. “Everyone’s far too casual these days.”“Because wearing pinstripes will be vital if I’m spoon-feeding a geriatric.”“Don’t be smart.”“I can’t afford to buy a suit. What if I don’t get the job?”“You can wear mine, and I’ll iron you a nice blouse, and just for once don’t wear your hair up in those”—she gestured to my hair, which was normally twisted into two dark knots on each side of my head—“Princess Leia things. Just try to look like a normal person.”I knew better than to argue with my mother. And I could tell Dad had been instructed not to comment on my outfit as I walked out of the house, my gait awkward in the too-tight skirt.“Bye, love,” he said, the corners of his mouth twitching. “Good luck now. You look very…businesslike.”The embarrassing thing was not that I was wearing my mother’s suit, or that it was in a cut last fashionable in the late 1980s, but that it was actually a tiny bit small for me. I felt the waistband cutting into my midriff, and pulled the double-breasted jacket across. As Dad says of Mum, there’s more fat on a hairpin.I sat through the short bus journey feeling faintly sick. I had never had a proper job interview. I had joined the Buttered Bun after Treena bet me that I couldn’t get a job in a day. I had walked in and simply asked Frank if he needed a spare pair of hands. It had been his first day open, and he had looked almost blinded by gratitude.Now, looking back, I couldn’t even remember having a discussion with him about money. He suggested a weekly wage, I agreed, and once a year he told me he’d upped it a bit, usually by a little more than what I would have asked for.What did people ask in interviews anyway? Syed had said there was a male caregiver who covered his “intimate needs” (I shuddered at the phrase). The secondary caregiver’s job was, he said, “a little unclear at this point.” I pictured myself wiping drool from the old man’s mouth, maybe asking loudly, “DO YOU WANT A CUP OF TEA?”When Granddad had first begun his recovery from his strokes he hadn’t been able to do anything for himself. Mum had done it all. “Your mother is a saint,” Dad said, which I took to mean that she wiped his bum without running screaming from the house. I was pretty sure nobody had ever described me as such. I cut Granddad’s food up for him and made him cups of tea but as for anything else, I wasn’t sure I was made of the right ingredients.Granta House was on the other side of Stortfold Castle, close to the medieval walls, on the long unpavemented stretch that comprised only four houses and the National Trust shop, bang in the middle of the tourist area. I had passed this house a million times in my life without ever actually properly seeing it. Now, walking past the car park and the miniature railway, both of which were empty and as bleak as only a summer attraction can look in February, I saw it was bigger than I had imagined, redbrick with a double front, the kind of house you saw in old copies of Country Life while waiting at the doctor’s.I walked up the long drive, trying not to think about whether anybody was watching out the window. Walking up a long drive puts you at a disadvantage; it automatically makes you feel inferior. I was just contemplating whether to actually tug at my forelock when the door opened, and I jumped.A woman, not much older than me, stepped out onto the porch. She was wearing white slacks and a medical-looking tunic and carried a coat and a folder under her arm. As she passed me she gave a polite smile.“And thank you so much for coming,” a voice said, from inside. “We’ll be in touch. Ah.” A woman’s face appeared, middle-aged but beautiful, under expensive precision-cut hair. She was wearing a trouser suit that I guessed cost more than my dad earned in a month.“You must be Miss Clark.”“Louisa.” I shot out a hand, as my mother had impressed upon me to do. The young people never offered up a hand these days, my parents had agreed. In the old days you wouldn’t have dreamed of a “hiya” or, worse, an air kiss. This woman did not look like she would have welcomed an air kiss.“Right. Yes. Do come in.” She withdrew her hand from mine as soon as humanly possible, but I felt her eyes linger upon me, as if she were already assessing me.“Would you like to come through? We’ll talk in the drawing room. My name is Camilla Traynor.” She seemed weary, as if she had uttered the same words many times that day already.I followed her through to a huge room with floor-to-ceiling French windows. Heavy curtains draped elegantly from fat mahogany curtain poles, and the floors were carpeted with intricately decorated Persian rugs. It smelled of beeswax and antique furniture. There were little elegant side tables everywhere, their burnished surfaces covered with ornamental boxes. I wondered briefly where on earth the Traynors put their cups of tea.“So you have come via the Job Center advertisement, is that right? Do sit down.”While she flicked through her folder of papers, I gazed surreptitiously around the room. I had thought the house might be a bit like a nursing home, all hoists and wipe-clean surfaces. But this was like one of those scarily expensive hotels, steeped in old money, with well-loved things that looked valuable in their own right. There were silver-framed photographs on a sideboard, but they were too far away for me to make out the faces. As she scanned her pages, I shifted in my seat, to try to get a better look.And it was then that I heard it—the unmistakable sound of stitches ripping. I glanced down to see that the two pieces of material that joined at the side of my right leg had torn apart, sending frayed pieces of silk thread shooting upward in an ungainly fringe. I felt my face flood with color.“So…Miss Clark…do you have any experience with quadriplegia?”I turned to face Mrs. Traynor, wriggling so that my jacket covered as much of the skirt as possible.“No.”“Have you been a caregiver for long?”“Um…I’ve never actually done it,” I said, adding, as if I could hear Syed’s voice in my ear, “but I’m sure I could learn.”“Do you know what a quadriplegic is?”I faltered. “When…you’re stuck in a wheelchair?”“I suppose that’s one way of putting it. There are varying degrees, but in this case we are talking about complete loss of use of the legs, and very limited use of the hands and arms. Would that bother you?”“Well, not as much as it would bother him, obviously.” I raised a smile, but Mrs. Traynor’s face was expressionless. “Sorry—I didn’t mean—”“Can you drive, Miss Clark?”“Yes.”“Clean license?”I nodded.Camilla Traynor ticked something on her list.The rip was growing. I could see it creeping inexorably up my thigh. At this rate, by the time I stood up I would look like a Vegas showgirl.“Are you all right?” Mrs. Traynor was gazing at me.“I’m just a little warm. Do you mind if I take my jacket off?” Before she could say anything, I wrenched the jacket off in one fluid motion and tied it around my waist, obscuring the split in the skirt. “So hot,” I said, smiling at her, “coming in from outside. You know.”There was the faintest pause, and then Mrs. Traynor looked back at her folder. “How old are you?”“I’m twenty-six.”“And you were in your previous job for six years.”“Yes. You should have a copy of my reference.”“Mm…” Mrs. Traynor held it up and squinted. “Your previous employer says you are a ‘warm, chatty, and life-enhancing presence.’”“Yes, I paid him.”That poker face again.Oh hell, I thought.It was as if I were being studied. Not necessarily in a good way. My mother’s shirt felt suddenly cheap, the synthetic threads shining in the thin light. I should just have worn my plainest trousers and a shirt. Anything but this suit.“So why are you leaving this job, where you are clearly so well regarded?”“Frank—the owner—sold the café. It’s the one at the bottom of the castle. The Buttered Bun. Was,” I corrected myself. “I would have been happy to stay.”Mrs. Traynor nodded, either because she didn’t feel the need to say anything further about it, or because she too would have been happy for me to stay there.“And what exactly do you want to do with your life?”“I’m sorry?”“Do you have aspirations for a career? Would this be a stepping-stone to something else? Do you have a professional dream that you wish to pursue?”I looked at her blankly.Was this some kind of trick question?“I…I haven’t really thought that far. Since I lost my job. I just—” I swallowed. “I just want to work again.”It sounded feeble. What kind of person came to an interview without even knowing what she wanted to do? Mrs. Traynor’s expression suggested she thought the same thing.She put down her pen. “So, Miss Clark, why should I employ you instead of, say, the previous candidate, who has several years’ experience with quadriplegics?”I looked at her. “Um…honestly? I don’t know.” This met with silence, so I added, “I guess that would be your call.”“You can’t give me a single reason why I should employ you?”My mother’s face suddenly swam into view. The thought of going home with a ruined suit and another interview failure was beyond me. And this job paid more than nine pounds an hour.I sat up a bit. “Well…I’m a fast learner, I’m never ill, I only live on the other side of the castle, and I’m stronger than I look…probably strong enough to help move your husband around—”“My husband? It’s not my husband you’d be working with. It’s my son.”“Your son?” I blinked. “Um…I’m not afraid of hard work. I’m good at dealing with all sorts of people and…and I make a mean cup of tea.” I began to blather into the silence. The thought of it being her son had thrown me. “I mean, my dad seems to think that’s not the greatest reference. But in my experience there’s not much that can’t be fixed by a decent cup of tea…”There was something a bit strange about the way Mrs. Traynor was looking at me.“Sorry,” I spluttered, as I realized what I had said. “I’m not suggesting the thing…the paraplegia…quadriplegia…with…your son…could be solved by a cup of tea.”“I should tell you, Miss Clark, that this is not a permanent contract. It would be for a maximum of six months. That is why the salary is…commensurate. We wanted to attract the right person.”“Believe me, when you’ve done shifts at a chicken processing factory, working in Guantánamo Bay for six months looks attractive.” Oh, shut up, Louisa. I bit my lip.But Mrs. Traynor seemed oblivious. She closed her file. “My son—Will—was injured in a road accident almost two years ago. He requires twenty-four-hour care, the majority of which is provided by a trained nurse. I have recently returned to work, and the caregiver would be required to be here throughout the day to keep him company, help him with food and drink, generally provide an extra pair of hands, and make sure that he comes to no harm.” Camilla Traynor looked down at her lap. “It is of the utmost importance that Will has someone here who understands that responsibility.”Everything she said, even the way she emphasized her words, seemed to hint at some stupidity on my part.“I can see that.” I began to gather up my bag.“So would you like the job?”It was so unexpected that at first I thought I had heard her wrong. “Sorry?”“We would need you to start as soon as possible. Payment will be weekly.”I was briefly lost for words. “You’d rather have me instead of—” I began.“The hours are quite lengthy—eight A.M. till five P.M., sometimes later. There is no lunch break as such, although when Nathan, his daily nurse, comes in at lunchtime to attend to him, there should be a free half an hour.”“You wouldn’t need anything…medical?”“Will has all the medical care we can offer him. What we want for him is somebody robust…and upbeat. His life is…complicated, and it is important that he is encouraged to—” She broke off, her gaze fixed on something outside the French windows. Finally, she turned back to me. “Well, let’s just say that his mental welfare is as important to us as his physical welfare. Do you understand?”“I think so. Would I…wear a uniform?”“No. Definitely no uniform.” She glanced at my legs. “Although you might want to wear…something a bit less revealing.”I glanced down to where my jacket had shifted, revealing a generous expanse of bare thigh. “It…I’m sorry. It ripped. It’s not actually mine.”But Mrs. Traynor no longer appeared to be listening. “I’ll explain what needs doing when you start. Will is not the easiest person to be around at the moment, Miss Clark. This job is going to be about mental attitude as much as any…professional skills you might have. So. We will see you tomorrow?”“Tomorrow? You don’t want…you don’t want me to meet him?”“Will is not having a good day. I think it’s best that we start afresh then.”I stood up, realizing Mrs. Traynor was already waiting to see me out.“Yes,” I said, tugging Mum’s jacket across me. “Um. Thank you. I’ll see you at eight o’clock tomorrow.”Mum was spooning potatoes onto Dad’s plate. She put two on, he parried, lifting a third and fourth from the serving dish. She blocked him, steering them back onto the serving dish, finally rapping him on the knuckles with the serving spoon when he made for them again. Around the little table sat my parents, my sister and Thomas, my granddad, and Patrick—who always came for dinner on Wednesdays.“Daddy,” Mum said to Granddad. “Would you like someone to cut your meat? Treena, will you cut Daddy’s meat?”Treena leaned across and began slicing at Granddad’s plate with deft strokes. On the other side she had already done the same for Thomas.“So how messed up is this man, Lou?”“Can’t be up to much if they’re willing to let our daughter loose on him,” Dad remarked. Behind me, the television was on so that Dad and Patrick could watch the football. Every now and then they would stop, peering around me, their mouths stopping midchew as they watched some pass or near miss.“I think it’s a great opportunity. She’ll be working in one of the big houses. For a good family. Are they posh, love?”In our street “posh” could mean anyone who didn’t have a family member in possession of an antisocial behavior order.“I suppose so.”“Hope you’ve practiced your curtsy.” Dad grinned.“Did you actually meet him?” Treena leaned across to stop Thomas from elbowing his juice onto the floor. “The crippled man? What was he like?”“I meet him tomorrow.”“Weird, though. You’ll be spending all day every day with him. Nine hours. You’ll see him more than you see Patrick.”“That’s not hard,” I said.Patrick, across the table, pretended he couldn’t hear me.“Still, you won’t have to worry about the old sexual harassment, eh?” Dad said.“Bernard!” said my mother, sharply.“I’m only saying what everyone’s thinking. Probably the best boss you could find for your girlfriend, eh, Patrick?”Across the table, Patrick smiled. He was busy refusing potatoes, despite Mum’s best efforts. He was having a noncarb month, in preparation for a marathon in early March.“You know, I was thinking, will you have to learn sign language? I mean, if he can’t communicate, how will you know what he wants?”“She didn’t say he couldn’t talk, Mum.” I couldn’t actually remember what Mrs. Traynor had said. I was still vaguely in shock at actually having been given a job.“Maybe he talks through one of those devices. Like that scientist bloke. The one on The Simpsons.”“Bugger,” said Thomas.“Nope,” said Dad.“Stephen Hawking,” said Patrick.“That’s you, that is,” Mum said, looking accusingly from Thomas to Dad. She could cut steak with that look. “Teaching him bad language.”“It is not. I don’t know where he’s getting it from.”“Bugger,” said Thomas, looking directly at his grandfather.Treena made a face. “I think it would freak me out, if he talked through one of those voice boxes. Can you imagine? ‘Get-me-a-drink-of-water,’” she mimicked.Bright—but not bright enough not to get herself knocked up, as Dad occasionally muttered. She had been the first member of our family to go to university, until Thomas’s arrival had caused her to drop out during her final year. Mum and Dad still held out hopes that one day she would bring the family a fortune. Or possibly work in a place with a reception desk that didn’t have a security screen around it. Either would do.“Why would being in a wheelchair mean he had to speak like a robot?” I said.“But you’re going to have to get up close and personal with him. At the very least you’ll have to wipe his mouth and give him drinks and stuff.”“So? It’s hardly rocket science.”“Says the woman who used to put Thomas’s nappy on inside out.”“That was once.”“Twice. And you only changed him three times.”I helped myself to green beans, trying to look more sanguine than I felt.But even as I had ridden the bus home, the same thoughts had already started buzzing around my head. What would we talk about? What if he just stared at me, head lolling, all day? Would I be freaked out? What if I couldn’t understand what it was he wanted? I was legendarily bad at caring for things; we no longer had houseplants at home, or pets, after the disasters that were the hamster, the stick insects, and Randolph the goldfish. And how often was that stiff mother of his going to be around? I didn’t like the thought of being watched all the time. Mrs. Traynor seemed like the kind of woman whose gaze turned capable hands into fingers and thumbs.“Patrick, what do you think of it all, then?”Patrick took a long slug of water, and shrugged.Outside, the rain beat on the windowpanes, just audible over the clatter of plates and cutlery.“It’s good money, Bernard. Better than working nights at the chicken factory, anyway.”There was a general murmur of agreement around the table.“Well, it comes to something when the best you can all say about my new career is that it’s better than hauling chicken carcasses around the inside of an aircraft hangar,” I said.“Well, you could always get fit in the meantime and go and do some of your personal training stuff with Patrick here.”“Get fit. Thanks, Dad.” I had been about to reach for another potato, and now changed my mind.“Well, why not?” Mum looked as if she might actually sit down—everyone paused briefly, but no, she was up again, helping Granddad to some gravy. “It might be worth bearing in mind for the future. You’ve certainly got the gift of the gab.”“She has the gift of the flab,” Dad snorted.“I’ve just got myself a job,” I said. “Paying more than the last one too, if you don’t mind.”“But it is only temporary,” Patrick interjected. “Your dad’s right. You might want to start getting in shape while you do it. You could be a good personal trainer, if you put in a bit of effort.”“I don’t want to be a personal trainer. I don’t fancy…all that…bouncing.” I mouthed an insult at Patrick, who grinned.“What Lou wants is a job where she can put her feet up and watch daytime telly while feeding old Ironside there through a straw,” said Treena.“Yes. Because rearranging limp dahlias into buckets of water requires so much physical and mental effort, doesn’t it, Treen?”“We’re teasing you, love.” Dad raised his mug of tea. “It’s great that you’ve got a job. We’re proud of you already. And I wouldn’t worry about it only being for six months. I bet you, once you slide those feet of yours under the table at the big house those buggers won’t want to let you go.”“Bugger,” said Thomas.“Not me,” said Dad, chewing, before Mum could say a thing.3“This is the annex. It used to be stables, but we realized it would suit Will rather better than the house as it’s all on one floor. This is the spare room so that Nathan can stay over if necessary. We needed someone quite often in the early days.”Mrs. Traynor walked briskly down the corridor, gesturing from one doorway to another, without looking back, her high heels clacking on the flagstones. There seemed to be an expectation that I would keep up.“The keys to the car are here. I’ve put you on our insurance. I’m trusting the details you gave me were correct. Nathan should be able to show you how the ramp works. All you have to do is help Will position properly and the vehicle will do the rest. Although…he’s not desperately keen to go anywhere at the moment.”“It is a bit chilly out,” I said.Mrs. Traynor didn’t seem to hear me.“You can make yourself tea and coffee in the kitchen. I keep the cupboards stocked. The bathroom is through here—”She opened the door and I stared at the white metal and plastic hoist that crouched over the bath. There was an open wet area under the shower, with a folded wheelchair beside it. In the corner a glass-fronted cabinet revealed neat stacks of shrink-wrapped bales. I couldn’t see what they were from here, but it all gave off a faint scent of disinfectant.Mrs. Traynor closed the door, and turned briefly to face me. “I should reiterate, it is very important that Will has someone with him all the time. A previous caregiver disappeared for several hours once to get her car fixed, and Will…injured himself in her absence.” She swallowed, as if still traumatized by the memory.“I won’t go anywhere.”“Of course you will need…comfort breaks. I just want to make it clear that he can’t be left for periods longer than, say, ten or fifteen minutes. If something unavoidable comes up either ring the intercom, as my husband, Steven, may be home, or call my mobile number. If you do need to take any time off, I would appreciate as much notice as possible. It is not always easy finding cover.”“No.”Mrs. Traynor opened the hall cupboard. She spoke like someone reciting a well-rehearsed speech.I wondered briefly how many caregivers there had been before me.“If Will is occupied, then it would be helpful if you could do some basic housekeeping. Wash bedding, run a vacuum cleaner around, that sort of thing. The cleaning equipment is under the sink. He may not want you around him all the time. You and he will have to work out your level of interaction for yourselves.”Mrs. Traynor looked at my clothes, as if for the first time. I was wearing the very shaggy waistcoat thing that Dad says makes me look like an emu. I tried to smile. It seemed like an effort.“Obviously I would hope that you could…get on with each other. It would be nice if he could think of you as a friend rather than a paid professional.”“Right. What does he…um…like to do?”“He watches films. Sometimes he listens to the radio, or to music. He has one of those digital things. If you position it near his hand, he can usually manipulate it himself. He has some movement in his fingers, although he finds it hard to grip.”I felt myself brightening. If he liked music and films, surely we could find some common ground? I had a sudden picture of myself and this man laughing at some Hollywood comedy, me running the Hoover around the bedroom while he listened to his music. Perhaps this was going to be okay. Perhaps we might end up as friends.“Do you have any questions?”“No.”“Then let’s go and introduce you.” She glanced at her watch. “Nathan should have finished dressing him by now.”We hesitated outside the door and Mrs. Traynor knocked. “Are you in there? I have Miss Clark to meet you, Will.”There was no answer.“Will? Nathan?”A broad New Zealand accent. “He’s decent, Mrs. T.”She pushed open the door. The annex’s living room was deceptively large, and one wall consisted entirely of glass doors that looked out over open countryside. A wood burner glowed quietly in the corner, and a low beige sofa faced a huge flat-screen television, its seats covered by a wool throw. The mood of the room was tasteful, and peaceful—a Scandinavian bachelor pad.In the center of the room stood a black wheelchair, its seat and back cushioned by sheepskin. A solidly built man in white collarless scrubs was crouching down, adjusting a man’s feet on the footrests of the wheelchair. As we stepped into the room, the man in the wheelchair looked up from under shaggy, unkempt hair. His eyes met mine, and after a pause, he let out a bloodcurdling groan. Then his mouth twisted, and he let out another unearthly cry.I felt his mother stiffen.“Will, stop it!”He didn’t even glance toward her. Another prehistoric sound emerged from somewhere near his chest. It was a terrible, agonizing noise. I tried not to flinch. The man was grimacing, his head tilted and sunk into his shoulders as he stared at me through contorted features. He looked grotesque, and vaguely angry. I realized that where I held my bag, my knuckles had turned white.“Will! Please.” There was a faint note of hysteria in his mother’s voice. “Please, don’t do this.”Oh God, I thought. I’m not up to this. I swallowed, hard. The man was still staring at me. He seemed to be waiting for me to do something.“I—I’m Lou.” My voice, uncharacteristically tremulous, broke into the silence. I wondered, briefly, whether to hold out a hand and then, remembering that he wouldn’t be able to take it, gave a feeble wave instead. “Short for Louisa.”Then to my astonishment his features cleared, and his head straightened on his shoulders.Will Traynor gazed at me steadily, the faintest of smiles flickering across his face. “Good morning, Miss Clark,” he said. “I hear you’re my latest minder.”Nathan had finished adjusting the footrests. He shook his head as he stood up. “You are a bad man, Mr. T. Very bad.” He grinned, and held out a broad hand, which I shook limply. Nathan exuded an air of unflappability. “I’m afraid you just got Will’s best Christy Brown impression. You’ll get used to him. His bark is worse than his bite.”Mrs. Traynor was holding the cross at her neck with slim white fingers. She moved it back and forth along its thin gold chain, a nervous habit. Her face was rigid. “I’ll leave you all to get on. You can call through using the intercom if you need any help. Nathan will talk you through Will’s routines, and his equipment.”“I’m here, Mother. You don’t have to talk across me. My brain isn’t paralyzed. Yet.”“Yes, well, if you’re going to be foul, Will, I think it’s best if Miss Clark does talk directly to Nathan.” His mother wouldn’t look at him as she spoke, I noticed. She kept her gaze about ten feet away on the floor. “I’m working from home today. So I’ll pop in at lunchtime, Miss Clark.”“Okay.” My voice emerged as a squawk.Mrs. Traynor disappeared. We were silent while we listened to her clipped footsteps disappearing down the hall toward the main house.Then Nathan broke the silence. “You mind if I go and talk Miss Clark through your meds, Will? You want the television? Some music?”“Radio Four please, Nathan.”“Sure thing.”We walked through to the kitchen.“You’ve not had much experience with quadriplegics, Mrs. T says?”“No.”“Okay. I’ll keep it fairly simple for today. There’s a folder here that tells you pretty much everything you need to know about Will’s routines, and all his emergency numbers. I’d advise you to read it, if you get a spare moment. I’m guessing you’ll have a few.”Nathan took a key from his belt and opened a locked cabinet, which was packed full of boxes and small plastic canisters of medication. “Right. This lot is mostly my bag, but you do need to know where everything is in case of emergencies. There’s a timetable there on the wall so you can see what he has when on a daily basis. Any extras you give him you mark in there”—he pointed—“but you’re best to clear anything through Mrs. T, at least at this stage.”“I didn’t realize I was going to have to handle drugs.”“It’s not hard. He mostly knows what he needs. But he might need a little help getting them down. We tend to use this beaker here. Or you can crush them with this pestle and mortar and put them in a drink.”I picked up one of the labels. I wasn’t sure I had ever seen so many drugs outside a pharmacy.“Okay. So he has two meds for blood pressure, this to lower it at bedtime, this one to raise it when he gets out of bed. These he needs fairly often to control his muscular spasms—you will need to give him one midmorning, and again at midafternoon. He doesn’t find those too hard to swallow, because they’re the little coated ones. These are for bladder spasms, and these here are for acid reflux. He sometimes needs these after eating if he gets uncomfortable. This is his antihistamine for the morning, and these are his nasal sprays, but I mostly do those last thing before I leave, so you shouldn’t have to worry. He can have paracetamol if he’s in pain, and he does have the odd sleeping pill, but these tend to make him more irritable in the daytime, so we try to restrict them.“These”—he held up another bottle—“are the antibiotics he has every two weeks for his catheter change. I do those unless I’m away, in which case I’ll leave clear instructions. They’re pretty strong. There are the boxes of rubber gloves, if you need to clean him up at all. There’s also cream there if he gets sore, but he’s been pretty good since we got the air mattress.”As I stood there, he reached into his pocket and handed another key to me. “This is the spare,” he said. “Not to be given to anyone else. Not even Will, okay? Guard it with your life.”“It’s a lot to remember.” I swallowed.“It’s all written down. All you need to remember for today are his antispasm meds. Those ones. There’s my mobile number if you need to call me. I’m studying when I’m not here, so I’d rather not be called too often but feel free till you feel confident.”I stared at the folder in front of me. It felt like I was about to sit an exam I hadn’t prepared for. “What if he needs…to go to the loo?” I thought of the hoist. “I’m not sure I could, you know, lift him.” I tried not to let my face betray my panic.Nathan shook his head. “You don’t need to do any of that. His catheter takes care of that. I’ll be in at lunchtime to change it all. You’re not here for the physical stuff.”“What am I here for?”Nathan studied the floor before he looked at me. “Try to cheer him up a little? He’s…he’s a little cranky. Understandable, given…the circumstances. But you’re going to have to have a fairly thick skin. That little skit this morning is his way of getting you off balance.”“Is this why the pay is so good?”“Oh yes. No such thing as a free lunch, eh?” Nathan clapped me on the shoulder. I felt my body reverberate with it. “Ah, he’s all right. You don’t have to pussyfoot around him.” He hesitated. “I like him.”He said it like he might be the only person who did.I followed him back into the living room. Will Traynor’s chair had moved to the window, and he had his back to us and was staring out, listening to something on the radio.“That’s me done, Will. You want anything before I go?”“No. Thank you, Nathan.”“I’ll leave you in Miss Clark’s capable hands, then. See you lunchtime, mate.”With a rising sense of panic, I watched the affable helper putting on his jacket.“Have fun, you guys.” Nathan winked at me, and then he was gone.I stood in the middle of the room, hands thrust in my pockets, unsure what to do. Will Traynor continued to stare out the window as if I weren’t there.“Would you like me to make you a cup of tea?” I said, finally, when the silence became unbearable.“Ah. Yes. The girl who makes tea for a living. I wondered how long it would be before you wanted to show off your skills. No. No, thank you.”“Coffee, then?”“No hot beverages for me just now, Miss Clark.”“You can call me Lou.”“Will it help?”I blinked, my mouth opening briefly. I closed it. Dad always said it made me look more stupid than I actually was. “Well…can I get you anything?”He turned to look at me. His jaw was covered in several weeks of stubble, and his eyes were unreadable. He turned away.“I’ll—” I cast around the room. “I’ll see if there’s any washing, then.”I walked out of the room, my heart thumping. From the safety of the kitchen I pulled out my mobile phone and thumped out a message to my sister. This is awful. He hates me. The reply came back within seconds. You have only been there an hour,you wuss! M & D reallyworried about money. Just get a grip& think of hourly rate. X I snapped my mobile phone shut, and blew out my cheeks. I went through the laundry basket in the bathroom, managing to raise a paltry quarter load of washing, and spent some minutes checking the instructions to the machine. I didn’t want to misprogram it or do anything that might prompt Will or Mrs. Traynor to again look at me like I was stupid. I started the washing machine and stood there, trying to work out what else I could legitimately do. I pulled the vacuum cleaner from the hall cupboard and ran it up and down the corridor and into the two bedrooms, thinking all the while that if my parents could see me they would have insisted on taking a commemorative photograph. The spare bedroom was almost empty, like a hotel room. I suspected Nathan did not stay over often. I thought I probably couldn’t blame him.I hesitated outside Will Traynor’s bedroom, then reasoned that it needed vacuuming just like anywhere else. There was a built-in shelf unit along one side, upon which sat around twenty framed photographs.As I vacuumed around the bed, I allowed myself a quick peek at them. There was a man bungee jumping from a cliff, his arms outstretched like a statue of Christ. There was a man who might have been Will in what looked like a jungle, and him again in the midst of a group of drunken friends. The men wore bow ties and dinner jackets and had their arms around one another’s shoulders.There he was on a ski slope, beside a girl with dark glasses and long blond hair. I picked up the frame, to get a better view of him in his ski goggles. He was clean-shaven in the photograph, and even in the bright light his face had that expensive sheen to it that moneyed people get through going on holiday three times a year. He had broad, muscular shoulders visible even through his ski jacket. I put the photograph carefully back on the shelf and continued to vacuum around the back of the bed. Finally, I turned the vacuum cleaner off, and began to wind the cord up. As I reached down to unplug it, I caught a movement in the corner of my eye and jumped, letting out a small shriek. Will Traynor was in the doorway, watching me.“Courchevel. Two and a half years ago.”I blushed. “I’m sorry. I was just—”“You were just looking at my photographs. Wondering how awful it must be to live like that and then turn into a cripple.”“No.” I blushed even more furiously.“The rest of my photographs are in the bottom drawer if you find yourself overcome with curiosity again,” he said.And then with a low hum the wheelchair turned to the right, and he disappeared.The morning sagged and decided to last for several years. I couldn’t remember the last time minutes and hours stretched so interminably. I tried to find as many jobs to occupy myself as I could—dusting shelves and the like—and went into the living room as seldom as possible, knowing I was being cowardly, but not really caring.At twelve thirty, Nathan arrived, bringing with him the cold air of outside, and a raised eyebrow. “All okay?” he said.I had rarely been so happy to see someone in my life. “Fine.”“Great. You can take a half hour now. Me and Mr. T have a few things we attend to at this point in the day.”

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INTRODUCTION “The thing about being catapulted into a whole new life—or at least, shoved up so hard against someone else’s life that you might as well have your face pressed against their window—is that it forces you to rethink your idea of who you are” (p. 58).Louisa Clark never wanted to leave her job at the Buttered Bun. After six years, she felt secure in the routine of making tea and chatting with the café’s regulars. But when her boss closes the business, the unskilled twenty–six–year–old must take a new job as a paid companion to a wealthy ex-Master of the Universe, who is wheelchair bound after an accident. Prickly and embittered, Will Traynor nonetheless opens Louisa’s eyes to the limitations she has imposed upon her life—and the infinite possibilities that only love can awaken.A few short years earlier, Will was a major corporate player who bought and sold companies for obscene profits. He climbed mountains and dated cover girls. All that changed after a speeding motorcycle crushed his spine. Paralyzed from the neck down and even unable to feed himself, Will’s life as he knows it is over—and he is not interested in exploring a new one.Louisa feels intimidated by Will, his commanding mother, Camilla, and the Traynors’ grand home, but the position pays a lot more than her waitressing job did and her family doesn’t hesitate to remind Lou that she has few options otherwise.At first, Will resents Louisa’s very presence. When he destroys a shelf full of pictures, Louisa tries to repair the damage. Furious, he lashes out, “It would be nice—just for once—if someone paid attention to what I wanted. Me smashing those photographs was not an accident” (p. 56). Yet, the blowout is a turning point. Louisa stops trying to second guess Will’s decisions, but also refuses to bear the brunt of his frustration.Louisa is accustomed to putting herself last. Her parents never hid the fact that they considered Louisa’s younger sister, Treena, to be the more intelligent sibling. Patrick—Louisa’s boyfriend of six years—is a self–absorbed personal trainer concerned only with his performance in the next triathlon. As she and Will grow closer, he convinces her that she deserves more respect from everyone in her life, including herself. Still, Lou has her reasons for wanting things to stay the same as they have always been.When Lou learns that Will has shocking plans of his own, she sets out to show him that life is still worth living. She begins researching technologies that can give him more autonomy and looking for outings that he might find appealing. Each for the other’s sake, Louisa and Will push beyond their comfort zones and, in turn, change each other in ways that neither could ever have anticipated.As inspiring as it is heartbreaking, Me Before You is Jojo Moyes’s international bestselling breakout novel—and the captivating tale of two people whose improbable romance sets them both free. ABOUT JOJO MOYESJojo Moyes was raised in London. She writes for the Daily Telegraph, Daily Mail, Red and Woman & Home. She’s married to Charles Arthur, technology editor of The Guardian. They live with their three children on a farm in Essex, England. A CONVERSATION WITH JOJO MOYESQ. What was the inspiration behind Me Before You?It was a number of things. I had two close relatives who were dependent on twenty–four–hour care, and the issue of quality of life and how we behave around the severely disabled was high in my mind. But the novel was really spurred by a news story I heard, about a young rugby player who was left quadriplegic after an accident and who persuaded his parents to take him to Dignitas, the Swiss clinic, to allow him to go through with an assisted suicide. I couldn’t believe any parent would agree to do that—and yet the more I read up on his story, the more I realized the issue was not as clear–cut as I would have liked to believe.Q. With Louisa and Treena, you perfectly captured the love–hate relationship that sisters often share. Do you have sisters yourself?I have half sisters, who are much younger than I am. I’ve always been fascinated by their relationship and the relationships some of my friends have with their sisters. What I’m most captivated by is that ability to be at each other’s throats one moment and yet totally bonded and presenting a united front in the next. If you are an only child, as I was for nineteen years, that kind of relationship is pretty mesmerizing.Q. The novel reflects an in–depth knowledge of the issues related to quadriplegia. What kind of research did you do? Were some of the characters in the quadriplegic chat rooms based on real people?The chat room characters are an amalgam of attitudes that I heard online. And I had a lot of personal experience from within my own family and friends as to how people treat the disabled, and of some of the issues they face.As far as other research goes, there are quads who upload footage of their daily routines to the Internet, and this was a great help in making sure I could accurately represent some of the procedures. I’ve had a lot of carers and families of quadriplegics contact me since the book was published [in the UK], and I have been relieved that they thought I had represented their lives accurately.Q. Louisa narrates the first third of the novel, but the remainder is divided between various other characters, including Treena and Mr. Traynor. Why did you choose to organize it this way?In the early part of the novel I wanted the reader to go through a journey of almost blind discovery with Lou, and to feel as out of their depth as she does. Later, I thought it was important for the other characters’ dilemmas to become a bit more three–dimensional. The only person whose mind I couldn’t enter was Will’s, because I wanted his intentions to be one of the central tensions of the book.Q. Whose voice did you find easiest to write? Whose was the most difficult?Unusually (for me), I found them all easy, possibly because they were so different, and because they were each so clear in my head. The hardest was actually Treena, because she was the closest to Lou, and I needed them to be distinct from each other.Q. Treena can’t relate to the way Louisa feels about Will because she’s never really been in love before. She can only do so by imagining the way she would feel if her son, Thomas, were in Will’s situation. Maeve Binchy’s death revived the ongoing debate about whether a woman writer needs to have children in order to really understand the human condition. Where do you weigh in?Oh gosh. That’s a toughie. I have writer friends who would kill me if I dared to suggest they couldn’t imagine their way into some aspect of the human condition because they’d never given birth. But all major life experiences will change you as a writer—they have to. I acknowledge that when I had children I personally felt like I’d lost a layer of skin, and I do wonder whether that visceral level of love and fear does somehow feed its way through into your writing. I know it does into other aspects of my life.Q. You’re a two–time winner of the Romance Novelists Association Book of the Year Award. What do you think distinguishes a really great romance novel from a merely good one?For me, it’s steering away from the obvious; also, perhaps to take the reader into settings where she might not normally go, whether that be into the past, or some extreme situation.Q. Do you like reading romances as well as writing them? Who are some of your favorite writers?I don’t tend to read romances per se, but I read across all sorts of genres and most of what I read has a love story at the heart of it (don’t most books?). Some of my favorite writers include Kate Atkinson, Nora Ephron, and Barbara Kingsolver. More recently I loved The Hunger Games trilogy and Gillian Flynn’s Gone Girl.Q. You’ve been writing fiction for more than a decade, but your previous book, The Last Letter from Your Lover, won you the attention of a much wider audience. Has your suddenly higher profile changed the way you write?It’s made it harder! I find I’m questioning what I’m doing from a much earlier stage: Is this plotline going to tie me in knots later? Is this character relatable? Is this story too slow getting going? I feel like ten books in, I’m only just learning my craft.Q. What are you working on now?My new book, The Girl You Left Behind, is set in modern–day London and in Occupied France in 1916 and will be published next year in the States. I’m also 40,000 words into a new book, but I’m at the stage where I’m doing as much thinking as writing. DISCUSSION QUESTIONS    1.  If you were Louisa, would you have quit working for the Traynors? If yes, at what point?   2.  Were you able to relate to the way Will felt after his accident? What about his outlook on life did you find most difficult to understand or accept?   3.  Discuss the meaning of the novel’s title. To whom do the “me” and “you” refer?   4.  Louisa often finds Mrs. Traynor cold and judgmental. Is there an appropriate way to behave in Mrs. Traynor’s situation?   5.  What is your opinion of Mr. Traynor? Did it change after you read his side of the story?   6.  Why is Louisa able to reach Will when so many others could not?   7.  Were you as surprised as Lou to learn of Will’s plans?   8.  Compare Louisa’s relationship with Treena to Will’s relationship with Georgina. Do siblings know one another any better simply because they are related?   9.  Would Patrick have asked Louisa to move in with him if he hadn’t felt threatened by Will? If Louisa had never accepted her job with the Traynors, where would her relationship with Patrick have gone?   10.  Discuss Louisa’s own secret ties to the castle. Would most girls in her situation have blamed themselves? Should Treena have behaved differently in the aftermath?   11.  What did you make of the way Lou’s mother, Josie, judges Lou’s decisions regarding Will. Is Josie’s reaction fair?   12.  Before his accident, Will was a philanderer and a corporate raider who would probably never have given Louisa a second look. Why is it that people are so often unable to see what’s truly important until they’ve experienced loss? 

Editorial Reviews

Praise for ME BEFORE YOU:"A hilarious, heartbreaking, riveting novel . . . I will stake my reputation on this book."—Anne Lamott, People Magazine“When I finished this novel, I didn’t want to review it: I wanted to reread it. . . . an affair to remember.”—New York Times Book Review, Liesl Schillinger“An unlikely love story . . . To be devoured like candy, between tears.”—O, The Oprah Magazine“Funny and moving but never predictable.”—USA Today (****)“Funny, surprising and heartbreaking, populated with characters who are affecting and amusing . . . This is a thought-provoking, thoroughly entertaining novel that captures the complexity of love”—People Magazine“Masterful . . . a heartbreaker in the best sense . . . Me Before You is achingly hard to read at moments, and yet such a joy.”—New York Daily News“READ IT AND WEEP: Heartbreak collides with humor in Jojo Moyes’s Me Before You.”—Good Housekeeping“There are books that you cannot put down. There are also books where you become so invested in the characters, you force yourself to stop reading to prolong the experience because you don't want the story to end, and that's what can happen when you read Jojo Moyes' latest book, Me Before You. . . . You'll find yourself laughing, smiling, feeling angry and, yes, crying. My only suggestion: Me Before You should be sold with a pack of tissues.”—The Associated Press"Jojo Moyes has written the perfect modern love story.  You will be astonished at what you feel, and what you hope for when you are forced to face the possibility of your own dreams. It's that good. Read it now."—Adriana Trigiani, New York Times bestselling author of The Shoemaker's Wife“ME BEFORE YOU is a delicious surprise—funny and hopeful and heartbreaking, the kind of story that will keep you turning pages into the night. Lou Clark and Will Traynor will capture your heart and linger there long after their story has ended."—Eleanor Brown, New York Times bestselling author of The Weird Sisters“Some books make you stop and think, compel you to examine your own take on life or your position or stand on an issue.  Jojo Moyes’s Me Before You will surprise you—it is impossible not to put yourself in the characters’ shoes and you will find yourself thinking about the choices you might make if life changed in an instant.  I loved it.”—Lee Woodruff, New York Times bestselling author of Those We Love Most"A lovely novel, both nontraditional and enthralling."—Publishers Weekly, starred review“Moyes’ twisting, turning, heartbreaking novel raises provocative moral questions while developing a truly unique relationship between two people brought together by chance. With shades of David Nicholls’ beloved One Day, Me Before You is the kind of book you simply can’t put down—even when you realize you don’t want to see it end. . . . A big-hearted, beautifully written story that teaches us it is never too late to truly start living.”—BookPage"Moyes’ latest is made heartwarming, thanks to the vibrancy of its main characters, both of whom will keep readers on their toes with their chemistry and witty repartee. . . .humorous and romantic through and through."—Romantic Times