“To love someone is like moving into a house,” Sonja used to say. “At first you fall in love in everything new, you wonder every morning that this is one’s own, as if they are afraid that someone will suddenly come tumbling through the door and say that there has been a serious mistake and that it simply was not meant to would live so fine. But as the years go by, the facade worn, the wood cracks here and there, and you start to love this house not so much for all the ways it is perfect in that for all the ways it is not. You become familiar with all its nooks and crannies. How to avoid that the key gets stuck in the lock if it is cold outside. Which floorboards have some give when you step on them, and exactly how to open the doors for them not to creak. That’s it, all the little secrets that make it your home.” ―
“A Man Called Ove” is a fascinating tale of a man that sees things a certain way and obstinately believes that that is the way things are. His life constantly changes around him and he finds it harder and harder to accept. He fights for what is right and against injustice of every kind.
The character development, the comedic irony and twists and turns of the novel are both stimulating and enjoyable. As a reader, to come to both understand and celebrate the curmudgeon called Ove and how he is set in his ways. Backman takes you into his reasoning and through stream of consciousness you get a deeper understanding of why he is who he is and how he became that way.
It is a deep dive into bureaucracy, long-term care for a loved one, loss, grief, suicide, and many other themes intertwined in such a intricate story. I loved it and definitely recommend it.
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