I’m late catching on, I know. We nearly didn’t get it together. The cover put me off for a start (do publishers still think that a woman won’t pick up a book unless it has a hint of pink?) but after reading the first page I had to keep reading. Even sitting on a packed plane, with tears streaming down my face and the air hostesses giving me nervous looks, I wasn’t putting it down.
It’s not just the story, even though it’s a great story, it’s the whole package. The book spoke to me. Put the phone down – I mean metaphorically. There was something about the style and language that didn’t just capture my imagination, it transformed it. It not only reminded me why I loved reading so much, from a writer’s perspective, it was a wake-up call to my sleepy writer’s mind.
Am I suggesting that everyone should rush out and read Me Before You? (Yes!) No, because it’s a different book for everyone and that’s what is so exciting about reading.
Me Before You has now officially moved in. When I see it on my shelf I give it a little wave and we share a secret smile. I know it feels the same way.