以前最高給五星，這本給七星。
故事說的是一個大齡待業女青年Louisa Clark（27歲），和一個quadriplegic富二代William Traynor（四肢癱瘓）的愛情故事。當時看完前幾個Chapter的第一感覺就是，好俗套的劇情。而且，前面幾章真的好無聊啊，太多女主平時的生活瑣碎描寫。但，大概是從書的20%開始，突然感覺入戲，然後就一入到底。
剛剛在YouTube上發現這本要拍成電影，看起來還不錯。感覺有把書中過於壓抑的一些氣氛緩和，整體的調調有變得upbeat+幽默一些。小說中的調調是有extremely憂鬱和壓抑的地方，也有非常幽默的地方，起伏更大。電影給個5星吧。6月上映。Rotten Tomatoo期待率97%。
其他的，不想劇透太多。
最後說一說這部小說的名字。最開始看到標題Me Before You不太理解什麼意思。看到豆瓣上把書名譯成「我要你好好的」，雖然有表達出書中的概念。但並未很好的切題。其實書名想表達的意思是The person I was before I met you. （此處應有停頓思考30秒）
看Trailer吧。然後下面是一些我喜歡的一些Quotes。
這本真的不容錯過。
Foo/Sen
2016年4月27日
「You only get one life. It's actually your duty to live it as fully as possible.」
― Jojo Moyes, Me Before You
「Some mistakes... Just have greater consequences than others. But you don't have to let the result of one mistake be the thing that defines you. You, Clark, have the choice not to let that happen.」
― Jojo Moyes, Me Before You
「Hey Clark', he said.'Tell me something good'. I stared out of the window at the bright-blue Swiss sky and I told him a story of two people. Two people who shouldn't have met, and who didn't like each other much when they did, but who found they were the only two people in the world who could possibly have understood each other. And I told him of the adventures they had, the places they had gone, and the things I had seen that I had never expected to. I conjured for him electric skies and iridescent seas and evenings full of laughter and silly jokes. I drew a world for him, a world far from a Swiss industrial estate, a world in which he was still somehow the person he had wanted to be. I drew the world he had created for me, full of wonder and possibility.」
― Jojo Moyes, Me Before You
「I hadn’t realized that music could unlock things in you, could transport you to somewhere even the composer hadn’t predicted. It left an imprint in the air around you, as if you carried its remnants with you when you went.」
― Jojo Moyes, Me Before You
「I placed my face so close to his that his features became indistict, and I began to lose myself in them. I stroked his hair, his skin, his brow, with my fingertips, tears sliding unchecked down my cheeks, my nose against his, and all the time he watched me silently, studying me intently as if he were storing each molecule of me away. He was already retreating withdrawing to somewhere I couldn't reach him.
I kissed him, trying to bring him back. I kissed him and let my lips rest against his so that our breath mingled and the tears from my eyes became salt on his skin, and I told myself that, somewhere, tiny particles of him would become tiny particles of me, ingested, swallowed, alive perpetual. I wanted to press every bit of me against him. I wanted to will something into him. I wanted to give him every bit of life I felt and force him to life.
I held him, Will Traynor ex-City whiz kid, ex-stunt diver, sportsman, traveller, lover. I held him close and said nothing, all the while telling him silently that he was loved. Oh, but he was loved.」
― Jojo Moyes, Me Before You