A Man Called Ove

I love e-books. I prefer them. I don't want to get into a whole big thing about how they're so much better than paper books and how you're wrong for disagreeing with me, okay? I will concede that you're entitled to your erroneous opinion. I will also concede one other point: paper books are more huggable. I wanted to hug this book. But a phone doesn't have sufficient ... mass, to make it a gratifying hug. So I had to open the book on the behemoth tablet and hug that. It's just not the same, I'll grant you.

Anyway. If you are a grumpy old man like I have always been, you will love this story. If you have a soft spot for the grumpy old men in your life, you will love this story—and also, thank you. If you have strong opinions about right being right and wrong being wrong, with little wiggle room in between and very, very few, reluctant shades of grey, you will love this story. If you anthropomorphise inanimate objects and pets, you will love this story.

A Man Called Ove is about unexpected and sometimes sadly tenuous connections. It's about integrity and compassion. Most of all, it's about a surprising love and a purposeful life.

It's also about a cat.