Genre: Adult, Contemporary, Humor, Swedish Literature
Pages: 353 (kindle approx.)
I want to buy this book so I can drown it in my tears instead of threatening my Kindle with the dreaded bag of rice again. The story’s start is misleading – grumpy old man doing grumpy old man things, so how can you even like this guy?
But wait! There’s more.
Ove’s story is beautiful and haunting and resonates with me on a level that I, a twenty-something white American girl, don’t fully understand. The book did a beautiful slow reveal of Ove’s past with his wife and gave insight into his neighbors’ lives and why on earth they would put up with his shenanigans. It’s funny, it’s moving, it’s cute, and there’s a delightful Cat Annoyance too. The writing is good and solid, which I’m uncertain is in spite of or due to the translation from Swedish, but this book is intensely quotable. I’m definitely getting the Swedish version and giving it to my grandpa, since he is Ove in many ways.
Honestly, it reminds me of the movie Gran Torino (one of my favorites, although Ove is considerably less racist), and as soon as I made the connection I couldn’t stop picturing Ove as Clint Eastwood. I would be okay with this when Hollywood inevitably gets ahold of this story and decides to… well, Hollywood all over it. The Swedish version is/was being filmed – or I figure as much since I can’t read Swedish – so it’s only a matter of time.
I’ll still cry. Probably.
Disclaimer: I did receive this book for free via NetGalley, but that has in no way influenced my review.
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My name is Alex, and I’m a twenty-something queer girl from the midwest with a hardcore fiction addiction. I don’t care for romance in books, but I love my cat and cute video games.