This book wrecked me. I went into it knowing what happened and being prepared, but yet, it did nothing the alleviate the emotional impact. 
 Everyone knows the basic story - Lou Clark takes a job as a carer to a quadriplegic Will Traynor and yada yada yada, it's chick lit, you know what happens...and you invest in them. Lou is eccentric and good and scared of change and I felt a bond with her that I don't often feel with the lead characters in most chick-lits I read. Will is wonderful, but I don't think the story would have affected me quite as much without seeing Lou's character growth throughout it and Will was the catalyst for that. There was a wonderful, bittersweet twist of watching Lou's life get larger when Will's was getting smaller. 
 I am a cryer - and I cried at this. The lovestory was beautiful and the end was heartbreaking, but what got to me, what made me cry was the lost opportunity - the what might have beens. It was just a beautiful book, with two beautiful lead characters (& in the interest of fairness, some pretty irritating secondary characters - but I'm not knocking points off for them) and I wish it hadn't taken me so long to read it, but better late than never. 
 The one thing I wish we had seen in this though was a Will section - I think, especially towards the end of the book (especially after the holiday) that seeing inside his head would have been great. I think the book needed it. It's a small gripe, but I just think a book where one of the themes was Will having a hard time getting people to listen to and understand him, it would have been wonderful to have heard from him.