My Friends

by Fredrik Backman

“Have many people you’ve loved died?” she asks, out of nowhere. “Yes.” “I’ve been lucky, really,” she says. “How do you mean?” “I haven’t loved many people.”

That’s what Louisa misses most, because every day may not have been the best day, but with Fish at least you knew that the day had a chance.

Reggie

she thinks about Fish telling her what evil among men is like: It’s like water being heated up a little at a time. It gets worse and worse, but so slowly it’s hardly noticeable, so everyone can convince themselves that it’s probably normal, until we’re all boiling.

Those were little winks from Heaven. It was Christian playing hide-and-seek

“Ted gives everyone more love. But I think you’ve both given each other the same amount: everything you had.”

That’s the worst thing about death, that it happens over and over again. That the human body can cry forever.

Nuppp I’m done