I know I'm a few years behind on reading this one, so many of you have probably already read A Man Called Ove. If you have put this book on your "to read" shelf and forgotten about it, I demand that you take it down, dust it off, and read it at once. **Side note: Ove is pronounced "oo-vuh" I had to look it up. I will say, it took me a few chapters to fully attach myself to the book, but there was a moment where I was sitting in the hallway of a public dance school while my son was in class. I was reading this book and had to put it down, because I was about to full on start weeping in front of all of these random people I don't know! This book got to me. I have a soft spot for grumpy old men. I married a grumpy man. They are fiercely loyal and utterly loveable. The writing in this book is unbelievably good. There is a chapter when he talks about the friendship between Ove and another old man, Rune, and why the friendship ended. BUT, he does it...