A Man Called Ove

I don't think a book could make me hurt this much. Crying yes but actually hurt? Not until I read this one. 

I laughed and cried. Often both at the same time. And felt the loss and grief of the characters as my own. 

As Ove spent time with Parvaneh and Patrick's family, their daughters and his other neighbours, I kept thinking, ‘Sonja would have loved this.'I wished for her to be alive like Ove. And I fell in love with her glimpses in the books.

I doubt I would ever have an experience like this again. 

My only regret is that I couldn't spend more time with the characters. The ending felt too detached from the chapter before even if I didn't mind reading. 

But all in all, this book truly is amazing and I'm so thankful for the experience.