A re-read of one of my favorite books of 2021, now firmly ensconced as one of my favorite ever books. Enough time had passed since my first read that I remembered some of the details but not most of them until they played out, and the things that I did remember early did not detract at all from my enjoyment. I still ended up absolutely weeping at the end because it's just so overwhelmingly beautiful. The way everything gets woven together, the playfulness of the prose even when handling heavy topics like suicide, grief, spouse and parental loss, and the titular anxiety, all of it is just so masterfully done. I am looking forward to making my way through the rest of Fredrik Backman's work, and I also look forward to reading this book again and again in the years to come, because it very much feels like a book that will continue to hit just a little bit differently as I age and move through different stages of my life.