Tuesday 6 October 2020

A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman

 

But we are always optimists when it comes to time; we think there will be time to do things with other people. And time to say things to them.”

Sometimes you just read the perfect book at the perfect time.The lovely Andrea who helped me set up our newly established bookclub, picked this delightful novel and what a fantastic selection. Ove is determined to end his life after the loss of his wife and yet life has other plans. I'm probably giving way too much away here and yet this endearing portrait of a grumpy widower who finds reasons for living due to his neighbours leaves such a beautiful impression that doesn't fade with time.
His passion for Saabs is reminiscent of the Ford versus Holden diehards of the nineteen eighties. In fact, Ove's general grumpy demeanour and kind heart reminded me of my dad, a similarity that gained additional poignancy as he's been not himself lately.
I would wholeheartedly recommend this novel to anyone, it has a decidedly universal appeal and is the perfect antidote to these misery guts COVID times.

 5 out of 5 - don't park on his grass and you will need tissues.


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