At first I hated this book. Not because of the content itself, but because of the first impression I had of the characters. There's this naive, sloppy woman who, at 26, has no clue what she wants to do with her life and this grumpy-ass sarcastic man in a wheelchair. I mean - come on; if you desperately need to fulfill any stereotypes, do it properly at least! 
 Then there were some chapters from POVs other than Lou Clark's. This I found irritating, because the persons themselves were developed and I really didn't need those extra chapters. I just thought it was too much. And there were only four of them - and always in places where tension was high and you were about to throw the book away because you wanted to have Lou's point of view. Well. I hated it. It lacked some serious character development. 
 At some points, it was painfully obvious what was going to happen. The boyfriend that she didn't love anymore (it was obvious from the start, when she talks about him having changed a lot), the sarcastic guy in the wheelchair who would lose his shit after some 100 pages. 
 I hated this book. But I loved it anyway. I hate cheesy romance, yes, I said that - and I really, really do. But there's something personal about this book that I want to share with you, guys. My boyfriend is in a wheelchair. He's not quadriplegic nor suicidal - but I just wanted a story that would end well. And, well. As you can see in my reaction, it didn't. I was crying over the last 100 pages. And I cried hours after it. 
 Nontheless, this book carries a meaningful message. It's that our choices should belong to us. Wheter in life or concerning death. However much I hated the end, I loved the story that was told, how the potential suicide was handled. I was in favour of death-choices previously, but now that I read this book I am sure I did the right thing to believe in something like that, however much it can hurt.