A Man Called Ove.
'You are the funniest person she has ever met, so she always draws you in colours'
- 'A Man Called Ove' by Fredrick Backman (Translated by Henning Koch)
Am I going to review this gem? No I can't. Just pouring my heart here.
How many squeaky clean grumpy souls are embedded in the grave? How many times we have failed to notice their untainted dispositions?
They don’t laugh for our hypocritical jokes, they don’t smile for our pretentious greetings, they don’t grin ear to ear, They live their life with grumpy faces and brutal honesty.
They hoard their emotions in the secret chamber of their hearts, the colours of their memories are in black and white, You know what we have to do in this world? Let us paint those souls with colours! Shall we?!
I smiled, cried, smirked and hugged this book. I don’t know why, my smiles bloomed with tears. I have never cried like this while reading books, no I have never!!
I felt guilty after turning every page, I feared that I have missed to take care some beautiful grumpy beings in this world, How much we (I) prefer sweet pretentious people to true gems? Why can’t we take care of them? Is it because of the society which taught us to disrespect brutal honesty and respect feigned lies? I don’t know, I contemplated about these painful questions while reading about Ove.
This book is a bookstagram hype and yes it has to be hyped, rarely we find gems like this in literature, what is wrong to hype a rarely found gem?
Ove knows what is right and what is wrong, he doesn’t preach because somehow he knows everyone can’t be Ove in this world. Everyone can’t ignore limelight for their good deeds.
There are so many beautiful characters in this book but all I remember is Ove and Sonja.
Do I love Sonja more than Ove? Yes I do, because we all should be Sonjas to find beautiful gems like Ove in this world.
What is there to review here? You can’t criticise a gem, well, I couldn’t criticise this gem.
Humans like Ove live and die without knowing that they are precious.
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