A million stars don't seem fitting to express my love for this one. I love love love LOVE this book so much.
One sunny afternoon, I was left with nothing to do so I thought might be good checking out new movies in the cinema; then I picked A Man Called Otto because there weren't many other choices, and it sounded intriguing anyways. I was sobbing throughout the movie, mainly because I found Otto as a relatable character─at the same time, reminding me of my own grandfather─and the other reason being I've always been a crybaby. So, I knew, going into this book, I most likely am going to cry. But it still didn't prepare me enough, I still cried in every other pages and Ove doesn't leave my mind even after days passed. This book wrecked me like no other. It broke my heart into pieces and I don't think I will ever recover.