Me-Before-You-by-Jojo-Moyes

‘You’ve never been to a concert?’
‘No.’
He looked genuinely shocked.
‘Well, I did go to see Westlife once. But I’m not sure if that counts. It was my
sister’s choice. Oh, and I was meant to go see Robbie Williams on my twentysecond
birthday, but I got food poisoning.’
Will gave me one of his looks – the kind of looks that suggest I may actually
have been locked up in somebody’s cellar for several years.
‘You should go. He’s offered me tickets. This will be really good. Take your
mother.’
I laughed and shook my head. ‘I don’t think so. My mum doesn’t really go
out. And it’s not my cup of tea.’
‘Like films with subtitles weren’t your cup of tea?’
I frowned at him. ‘I’m not your project, Will. This isn’t My Fair Lady.’
‘Pygmalion.’
‘What?’
‘The play you’re referring to. It’s Pygmalion. My Fair Lady is just its bastard
offspring.’
I glared at him. It didn’t work. I put the CD on. When I turned round he was
still shaking his head.
‘You’re the most terrible snob, Clark.’
‘What? Me?’
‘You cut yourself off from all sorts of experiences because you tell yourself
you are “not that sort of person”.’
‘But, I’m not.’
‘How do you know? You’ve done nothing, been nowhere. How do you have
the faintest idea what kind of person you are?’
How could someone like him have the slightest clue what it felt like to be me?
I felt almost cross with him for wilfully not getting it.
‘Go on. Open your mind.’
‘No.’
‘Why?’
‘Because I’d be uncomfortable. I feel like … I feel like they’d know.’
‘Who? Know what?’