I cried for the last 100 pages of this book. I just cried and cried and cried, and then I had a headache for the rest of the day.
A lot of people are comparing it to Me Before You, which I vaguely remember thinking myself, but I hadn't read that back when I first read this. There are similarities, but mostly they're very, very different narratives.
Honestly, this might be the better book. If you agree with the criticism leveled at Me Before You (about it being ableist), but you liked the idea of it anyway, you'd like this. It's a more appropriate, less dramatic version of the same story - on the surface at least. There are important differences however.
In all honesty, this might be the better book.
Part of what I liked about it was the grown-up characters. Callum and Lilah are both in their 30s and 40s, and are, as a result, a lot more mature and experienced than characters in stories like this usually are. They fight, they misunderstand, but they don't throw tantrums the same way. It was refreshing. Lilah is a lawyer, working relentlessly to save the planet, while Callum works in an PR firm, and leads a life that has pretty much stagnated. They accidentally meet on a ferry going home from work, and fall in love almost immediately. For Callum, there's absolutely no doubt that this is the woman for him, but Lilah keeps her distance.
She tries hard in the beginning to keep him at arms length, refusing to consider a relationship with him. Callum doesn't understand, and Lilah doesn't want to tell him. But she used to be sick, very sick, and she might be sick again. It might kill her. So falling in love with someone she might have to leave behind? Not much an option.
But when true love comes knocking it's difficult not to answer. So Lilah gives in, she breathes life back in to Callum, and they both remember how beautiful, how tender, how fragile life can be.
Honestly, this is a somewhat predictable novel. It has that message all stories like this have: live life as fully as possible, seize chances, follow your heart, never lose hope. Etc. But it didn't feel forced, not really. Maybe it was the maturity of the characters, maybe it was the nature of the narrative. It was stupidly romantic at times, but in a way that felt right.
It's more realistic in what it expects us to believe. It's more subtle in it's emotions, or at least more subdued. Or so I remember it.
In any case I recommend it if you like the idea of it, or have enjoyed stories like this before. And if you need a reminder to live life fully while you have it, and never ever be afraid to love those that fall into your life at just the right time.