A Man Called Ove

by Fredrik Backman

She often said that “all roads lead to something you were always predestined to do.” And for her, perhaps, it was something.

He never understood why she chose him. She loved only abstract things like music and books and strange words. Ove was a man entirely filled with tangible things. He liked screwdrivers and oil filters. He went through life with his hands firmly shoved into his pockets. She danced.