A Man Called Ove

by Fredrik Backman

“Nothing works when you’re not at home.”

He was a man of black and white. And she was color. All the color he had. The only thing he had ever loved until he saw her was numbers.

Maybe to her destiny was “something”; that was none of his business. But to him, destiny was “someone.”

We always think there’s enough time to do things with other people. Time to say things to them. And then something happens and then we stand there holding on to words like “if.”