I hate books and movies who's sole purpose is to tell you a story that will make you cry. I hate it. I have enough to cry about in my own life, I don't need books to do it too.
I grabbed this because, again, it was being made into a movie and because I was trying to review and read books that were more mainstream and a different genre/type then my usual read. I was trying to broaden my horizons. What I got from that was a a big pile of tissues and a book hangover that drove me nuts.
The writing was good. I will admit that even though I hated the story. I think I hate the story so much because it was told well. If it had been a badly written sad story then I might not have been bothered by it so much.
I think it's pretty obvious that I don't recommend this book unless you like sad stories that will make you bawl your eyes out. And I won't be reading anymore by this author. Or any more books like this no matter how much I want to broaden my horizons.
Oh, and I really, really don't want to see the movie. Nope, nope, nope!
Recommendation: Not for the curious, only for those who feel the need to torture themselves with terribly sad stories.