A Man Called Ove
A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman My rating: 5 of 5 stars My aunt gave me this book as a Christmas present, and I'm so grateful because it's something I probably never would have purchased on my own. Any book that can induce both sobbing and laughter is worth its salt as far as I'm concerned. I found a little handwritten note from my aunt tucked away in the copy she gave me, and I've decided to type it up in lieu of my own review: Lindsey, When I first saw this book, I actually thought it said, "A Man Called Love." [My last name is "Love."] Then I bought it, first as a joke, and I discovered it was "Ove," so I didn't want to give you a bad book... So, then there was the actual read... At first, I discovered profane language, which was unacceptable. Then, the writer was a guy, but I proceeded to read and discovered a wonderful book. In my mind, I discovered how unfortunate we are not to realize how we're all to some extent like