Me Before You

What a fucking horrible book.
I'm really surprised to see everybody gushing over this piece of five-hundredth-rate crap.
This was presented to my mother as a thank-you by a friend of hers, I picked it up because it read on the sleeve that Sophie Kinsella loved it, so of course I wanted to hurt my brain really bad and see for myself what kind of ‘literature' world-renown crapseller Kinsella ‘hearted'.
This is it and of this at least I'm not surprised.

Here the reasons for hating it:
- psychological depth of characters equals zero
- decision-making of said characters is preposterous
- male lead expresses respect for female lead's intellectual curiosity, which mistifies readers: said curiosity should be described by the fact that she goes on the internet a couple of times and signs up for a community site. Oh Lordie!
- a conspicuous part of the plot claims to revolve around a ethical nevralgic point, which is never discussed in depht

it seems to me this is enough. But there's more. A lot more.
What a coarse, incredibly dim-witted, horrible thing.