A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman

oveWhat an absolutely wonderful story! I loved this and am so glad my mom passed it along to me. (Apparently, according to the back cover, it’s a European sensation already. It is from Sweden.)

Ove is a grouchy old man, set in his ways, horrified by the modern world around him and all the idiots in it.  So fed up with this world is he, that he is determined to kill himself. But, like with everything else, he will do it the proper way. Except his plans are thwarted by those idiots of the world, specifically some noisy new neighbors. And a bedraggled cat.  As the story spins out flashbacks to earlier years build the picture of how Ove came to be the man he is today, of how love was in his life, and how his little neighborhood has changed but been in a part of it all.  It all fits together perfectly.  And for someone who is so patently unlikable, Ove really is a character who you side with, your heart feels for, and you wish nothing but the best for.  I also really enjoyed the gaggle of secondary characters who refuse to let Ove’s gruff exterior stop them from caring for him.

Funny, touching, and warm, this is a beautiful story about life (and brand loyalty to Saab.)

*I would recommend this to those who liked Major Pettigrew’s Last Stand.