Book Review: A Man Called Ove

I've read some truly incredible novels in 2016, but one that now holds a special place in my heart is A Man Called Ove. As the title suggests the book is about a man named Ove who is growing older and dealing with the latter parts of his life. Without giving anything away, Ove is a man who's principled. He believes certain things very strongly and lives within his own ideals. 

A Man Called Ove explores his life. His early years. His married years. And now his final years. Throughout the novel Fredrik Backman will intertwine some stories throughout his life to give us the reader a fuller understanding of Ove. He starts as a one dimensional character but he turns out to be so much more then that. I cannot tell you the good feelings this book gave me. I listened to the audio version and the narrator George Newbern incapsulates his character better then any narrator has every captured a character before. I felt like I was listening to Ove tell me his story. 

What I loved most about A Man Called Ove is that it never stopped surprising me. Every time I thought I had Ove pegged as "that type of guy" he would show something that blew me away. Sometimes for the good and other times not so much. But each time his reasoning was there. I'm really trying to stop myself from gushing all over this book, so I will close with this. It's a beautiful novel that made me laugh and cry on multiple occasions. I loved every second of it, and although the story may not stick with me forever, Ove for the 10 hours or so I spent with him left a lasting impression. 

Death is a strange thing. People live their whole lives as if it does not exist, and yet it’s often one of the great motivations for the living. Some of us, in time, become so conscious of it that we live harder, more obstinately, with more fury. Some need its constant presence to even be aware of its antithesis. Others become so preoccupied with it that they go into the waiting room long before it has announced its arrival. We fear it, yet most of us fear more than anything that it may take someone other than ourselves. For the greatest fear of death is always that it will pass us by. And leave us there alone.
— Fredrik Backman