“He was a man of black and white.
And she was color.
All the color he had.”
I am going to begin with saying I loved
A Man Called Ove.
You know the cliche' "You can't judge a book by it's cover", Ove (pronounce Oo-veh) is proof you can't judge a man at first meeting. Ove is a grump, a bit off-putting. He doesn't like change. And.... he is anything but politically correct.
Ove has seen loss. Everything he holds dear is tragically taken away, including the one person who saw past the shell into Ove's soul. His only desire is to be reunited with his Sonja. And yes, he has a plan. He painstakingly sets up his departure only to be interrupted by his new neighbors. Soon Ove's solitary existence is reluctantly taken over by a delightfully eclectic cast of characters and a cat.
Despite Ove's hard exterior I adored him from the very beginning.
I hope you do as well.
Do you trust your first impressions?
I am currently reading....
My first impression?