Some books you read, some books you feel, some books you live again & again. And, some books, being fiction feel like the truest of realities. I lived  A Man Called Ove to the very last page, like you live reality everyday. The last of the smiles, the last of those tears. And, on top of it all, I felt a warm respect for who Ove chose to be all his life. A man with a beautiful warmth in his heart, doing things because they needed to be done, not because he wanted to prove himself in one way or another. A man who didn’t only love his wife for the rest of his life, but also loved her memory, in ways people don’t even know one can be loved.

A Man Called Ove feels like life – making you smile, laugh & cry , all at the same time. I can’t help but think of a world where I come across people like Ove. (Wishful thinking.) A world where what you did mattered more than what you said. A world where you say what suffocates your heart, rather than saying anything that feels easier to say.

I don’t have words for a book that made me feel things I didn’t know I need to feel. This book is a gem ; & my heart will always hold the laughter, grief, honesty & love it made me feel. Also, while flipping through the last pages, the heaviness in my heart felt like the absence of someone close to me. And, Ove, this book, its words, its essence will stay safely with me. Hopefully, yeah.

“For the greatest fear of death is always that it will pass us by. And leave us there alone.”