Anxious People

by Fredrik Backman

This story is about a lot of things, but mostly about idiots.

This if my fav beginning for a book ever.

Our hearts are bars of soap that we keep losing hold of; the moment we relax, they drift off and fall in love and get broken, all in the wink of an eye.

So what do you do? You struggle on. Hope that’ll be enough.

This wasn’t how life was supposed to turn out.

‘Well, maybe it is a robbery! But you’re not the victims! It’s maybe more like a hostage situation now! And I’m very sorry about that! I’m having quite a complicated day here!’

Me as a robber

When you’re a child you long to be an adult and decide everything for yourself, but when you’re an adult you realize that’s the worst part of it. That you have to have opinions all the time,

You have to make choices and be chosen by others,

‘I just said Knut was parking the car because I get lonely sometimes. And it feels better to pretend that he’s on his way.

The hardest thing about death is the grammar, the tense,

We need to be allowed to convince ourselves that we’re more than the mistakes we made yesterday. That we are all of our next choices, too, all of our tomorrows.