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A Man Called Ove

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 by explaining the different models of cars that the men bought over the years. Explaining the emotion and the reason behind each car purchase led to an understanding of why these two men couldn't be friends anymore. I'm pretty sure this is the chapter that had me sobbing.

So, if you love books where you love the characters; where the characters become a part of you and take a piece of your heart, then stop everything you're doing and go read this book. You'll love it.

Have you read this one yet? What did you think? If not, are you adding it to your "to read" list?

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