Anxious People

by Fredrik Backman

Addicts are addicted to their drugs, and their families are addicted to hope.

She could see winter making itself comfortable across the town. She liked the silence of this time of year, but had never appreciated its smugness. When the snow arrives autumn has already done all the work, taking care of all the leaves and carefully sweeping summer away from people’s memories. All winter had to do was roll in with a bit of freezing weather and take all the credit, like a man who’s spent twenty minutes next to a barbecue but has never served a full meal in his life.

It wasn’t your fault.

The only damn thing in this book I actually saw coming