It’s been a while since I’ve read Frederik Backman, but this one is darned good and now I want to read the others I haven’t gotten to. 

I really enjoy how this was written. It reads almost like it’s being told by someone narrating the events taking place in a film. I think it’s because of how he layers the story and speaks directly to the reader in a casual way. 

The quirky nature of the story also reminds me of the Hendrik Groen novels, which I adore. The comedic, bumbling events of this story kept reminding me of Hendrik’s antics in those books. 

I like all of the characters, except London. She’s annoying. There’s a bit of a trick Backman plays with gender when it comes to the bank robber and the bank robber’s estranged spouse. I was wrong in two ways. 

I appreciate the morals behind the story. You can’t judge someone based on one action or one mistake. Everyone deserves a second chance. Everyone is going through something.