TITLE: A Man Called Ove
AUTHOR: Fredrik Backman
GENRES: Contemporary, Fiction
FORMAT: Hardcover (Finnish edition)
PUBLISHED: August 2013
PUBLISHER: Atena Kustannus Oy
A grumpy yet loveable man finds his solitary world turned on its head when a boisterous young family moves in next door.
Meet Ove. He’s a curmudgeon, the kind of man who points at people he dislikes as if they were burglars caught outside his bedroom window. He has staunch principles, strict routines, and a short fuse. People call him the bitter neighbor from hell, but must Ove be bitter just because he doesn’t walk around with a smile plastered to his face all the time?
Behind the cranky exterior there is a story and a sadness. So when one November morning a chatty young couple with two chatty young daughters move in next door and accidentally flatten Ove’s mailbox, it is the lead-in to a comical and heartwarming tale of unkempt cats, unexpected friendship, and the ancient art of backing up a U-Haul. All of which will change one cranky old man and a local residents’ association to their very foundations.
WHAT I THINK
I have a love-hate relationship with this book. I pretty highly disliked Ove from the start all the way near to the end.
Ove was exactly the kind of person that I hate. Someone who makes unnecessary rules about everything, is rude to everyone and doesn’t even notice it etc. “Everything was better back in my days, all I want now is to die”. And because of that I almost ended up DNFing the whole book. But the more I read, the more I wanted to read.
The story was pretty bland at the start. But it grew to be more capturing toward the end and I wanted to finish the book so that I could find out how everything turns out for everyone.
I loved how every character was different. There were different ethnicities, sexualitys and all that. It all was brought together by one man, Ove.
I really liked to see the change in Ove’s personality. How he grew as a character and became more soft, if that’s how I can describe it.
And the thing I loved the most, was their neighborhood. They were like a big family despite the fact that non of them weren’t relatives. They had their own little area were they all lived together, whether they liked it or not. They had each other’s backs whatever life decided to throw in their way.
All in all I developed a love-hate relationship with A Man Called Ove. I really loved the humor, all the mischievous little pranks, the big “family”. But I really hated the way Ove was. That really made me hate to read this book. But I’m satisfied how the whole story ended and they all had their happy endings and every character grew so much in their own ways.