A Man Called Ove

by Fredrik Backman

Sweetest thing ever. A man who loves his wife and she brightened his black and white world.

He’d never understood the need to go around stewing on why things turned out the way they did. You are what you are and you do what you do,

But we are always optimists when it comes to time; we think there will be time to do things with other people. And time to say things to them.

“Loving someone is like moving into a house,” Sonja used to say. “At first you fall in love with all the new things, amazed every morning that all this belongs to you, as if fearing that someone would suddenly come rushing in through the door to explain that a terrible mistake had been made, you weren’t actually supposed to live in a wonderful place like this. Then over the years the walls become weathered, the wood splinters here and there, and you start to love that house not so much because of all its perfection, but rather for its imperfections.