A Man Called Ove

by Fredrik Backman

Ove feels an instinctive skepticism towards all people taller than six feet; the blood can’t quite make it all the way up to the brain.

People said Ove saw the world in black and white. But she was color. All the color he had.

“Men are what they are because of what they do. Not what they say,” said Ove.

And Ove realized that he wanted to hear her talking about the things she loved for the rest of his life.

Ove had never been asked how he lived before he met her. But if anyone had asked him, he would have answered that he didn’t.

For the greatest fear of death is always that it will pass us by. And leave us there alone.

Love is a strange thing. It takes you by surprise.