I have been sitting here staring at the little blinking cursor on my screen trying to figure out exactly what I want to say about this book. In the case of fiction, whenever I read book reviews I try to find one that conveys how the author made you feel and less about the plot. Most reviewers simply regurgitate the publisher’s synopsis, which really doesn’t tell me anything I already don’t know. The there’s the reviewer who finds it necessary to give a chapter by chapter recitation where now I don’t even need to read the book anymore.

There’s a fine line between the telling of what a book is about and not giving away the whole story. What I will say is that I absolutely adored this book. The characters are so well fleshed out, the story is completely engrossing, the writing is brilliant. Backman had me laughing out loud at times and reaching for the tissues at others.

“A Man Called Ove” is one of those rare books that makes you sit for a bit after the last page and have a little quiet moment of reflection. The underlying message is rather profound and, for me, the emotions and feelings ran the gamut from joyfulness to sadness to hopefulness.

I honestly cannot recommend this book enough.