Finished reading: June 12th, 2016
I'm not sure what to say about this, or even what to rate this yet. Especially with all the talk about it. It might take me a second.

Edit: June 18th, 2016
Disclaimer: the following is my opinion and my opinion only. I'm not saying you shouldn't like the novel because I didn't rate it one star, I rated it two. I did enjoy some of it, and I've listed both my problems and the stuff I liked below. ALSO I know I've left stuff out, but I wanted to make this casual.

Alrighty folks, so I think I'm going to do a video about this on my YouTube channel because I also saw the movie and I have a lot to say about both and their relation to each other. But I'm gonna say a few things about just the book here.
Going into this, everyone told me how much I was going to cry and "that ending!" I expected to read a sad, Nicholas Sparks-esque romance. What I got was kinda similar, kinda different. It was very sad, it was a romance, but it was also very problematic. I don't know Jojo Moyes personally, I don't know if she knows anyone who is disabled but this novel went about it in all the wrong ways.
At first I really loved Lou as a character. I connected with her unsure-ness of life and her simple job and her family and money-issues. Her character felt real. What bothered me about Lou, was Lou's family. Her sister doesn't even TRY to help her after *SPOILER* she's sexual assaulted, and the novel passes it off and requires her not to remember any of it because it's convenient to the story. Meanwhile, it's a big part of Lou's life. It's the reason why she isn't social and why she doesn't talk about herself personally. I also hate that her life taking off, and her growth relies on the fact that Will is disabled.
Onto Will. Will is horrible. He's basically verbally abusive to Lou and the excuse is that he's disabled so "obviously he's going to be miserable, stuck in that chair" - basically a quote from one of the characters. I'm not sure if there's a term for this, but it's pretty shitty of people to look at disabled people and say "wow, glad my life isn't like that." He obviously has a mental illness, but there's no mention what-so-ever about getting him any kind of help. And his parent's are conveniently rich, able to pay to reno their home so it's wheelchair accessible, pay for the insanely expensive chair, an at-home-caregiver, physiotherapy, all those meds, and I don't know what medical bills are like in Britain, but that can't be cheap, either.

I don't know if this novel is a commentary on social conditions for disabled people, I don't know if it's trying to educate people on assisted suicide. But if it is, it should've been executed better than this.

I'd recommend this novel to anyone who's looking to just read a sad romance and is willing to look past the problems.