Book Review: A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman 📚

A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman (10/10🌟!) -

Ove is a grumpy old man who sees the world as simply black and white, a man who loves things to be done the correct way not only in his life but in his neighbourhood as well and when his new neighbours move in with a bang (or a loud scrape to be Ove-rly accurate) he gets a lot more than he bargined for.....

I ADORED this book. It's characters are so colourful and individual but complement each other perfectly from cantankerous Ove and the stray cat to the very pregnant and highly emotional Parvaneh and her lovable oddball family. From shy Misrad to the wide, wonderful computer nerd Jimmy. This book is packed with heart but as someone with a dark, dry sense of humour this book also made me grin and laugh out loud. There's love, loss, and redemption in this novel. It's a deeply moving, tender and quite hilarious read and one of the many things I loved about it was the fact that all of the emotions were so well balanced as every alternative chapter goes from explains Ove's past to Ove's present predicaments.

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