A Man Called Ove

by Fredrik Backman

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. She had a way of folding her index finger into his palm, hiding it inside. And he always felt that nothing in the world was impossible when she did that. Of all the things he could miss, that’s what he misses most.

But if anyone had asked, he would have told them that he never lived before he met her. And not after either.

The sun is just up; it shines obstinately into his eyes like a child who has just been given a flashlight.

stultified

palaver

“Sometimes it can be quite nice having something to get on with in the daytime.”

Rolf Backman. My father. Because I hope I am unlike you in the smallest possible number of ways.