A Man Called Ove

by Fredrik Backman

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

You miss the strangest things when you lose someone. Little things. Smiles. The way she turned over in her sleep. Even repainting a room for her.

Of all the imaginable things he most misses about her, the thing he really wishes he could do again is hold her hand in his.

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