My feelings about this book are lukewarm at best. For me, it just didn't have the emotional impact Moyes was going for, and certainly not that of Me Before You. 
 Skimming through other reviews, it seems most readers prefer the parts of the dual narrative set during WWI. But I couldn't bring myself to care about Sophie, the perfect, feisty heroine who daringly defies the Germans, brings food to the poor, pines for her annoying husband, and captivates the Kommandant with her unassuming beauty, all while being shunned by the town. 
 We're meant to admire her spirit and her loyalty, but she just felt too perfect. And I didn't care if she was reunited with her husband, a self-absorbed painter; their relationship is shown only in flashbacks, and just isn't very appealing to me. Sophie is his idealized muse, who of course spends all her time making sure he can CREATE. She continually credits him with the strong person she's become, but all he ever does is tell her how beautiful she is. Well, except the scene where he shows her how to be free and wild by dancing in public! 
 The story line set in the present wasn't that much better. It hinges on a very contrived romance and a legal case about art ownership that supposedly captures the public's attention so much as to inspire riots. I don't know anyone who cares that much about stolen art and war reparations that much.