Welcome back readers!
Today, I'll be discussing my thoughts on a beloved New York Times bestseller!
A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman
Meet Ove. He has strict principles, inflexible routines, and a very short temper.
One November morning, a family of four move into the neighborhood and accidentally wreck Ove's mailbox. This accident leads to a funny and heartwarming story of unanticipated pets, surprising friendships, and eventful afternoons- all of which change the ill-tempered old man and his daily routine.
Okay booksters... I haven't loved a book this much in quite some time. The moment I read the very last word I knew I wouldn't read anything like this for a while- that realization prompted an enormous amount of tears.
A Man Called Ove is much more than a story filled with comical anecdotes. This piece is made up of genuine and candid characters- all of which moved me (and other readers) in ways nonreaders couldn't understand.
Each character was not only outspoken and unique, they were lovable. Without "the foreign pregnant woman," "the lanky one," the cat, or any of the others, this story wouldn't be beautiful and unforgettable- it wouldn't be A Man Called Ove.
Every single personality featured in this novel contributes to Ove's story immensely. As I got further into the story, I came to find that each character is a sort of puzzle piece, and each piece fits perfectly to create a breathtaking tale. Despite this, it wasn't until I read the very last word that I realized how much each character had affected me personally. I thought of Ove, Parvaneh, Sonja, and all the other characters and wished that I could go back to the very beginning and read the book all over again.
A Man Called Ove is a brilliant novel filled with sensational characters and truly great writing. Whoever picks this novel up can expect to smile, laugh, and cry their eyes out. Nonetheless, it's totally worth it.
If you have yet to read A Man Called Ove, I hope I've convinced you.
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