Im not a person who cried over books. I normally don't. It could be because I prefer happy endings, all of my romantic fictions got their happily ever afters or whatever.
Today, I cried. Tears pouring down over my cheeks when I finally reached to the end of this "Beautiful Book" which takes a little longer to finish than usual.
Ove, A man, a grumpy old man, still so lovable, but misunderstood by the whole world except his darling wife Sonja, Ove is the grumpiest, Do it right guy in the entire land of Sweden. He has his obstacles for life,Reasons that cause for his annoyance & anger developed through years but still he is live like gentlemen who do things in the correct manner. Respect the law,making them and ordering others to live up to them like prohibiting Vehicular traffic in his respectful residential area. Trust me, its a thing.
Almost in his 60s,loosing his wife to cancer, no kids, this old man live in the area with his old terms surrounded by the upgrading young generations. One day an Iranian women with three kids and her husband Patrick who Ove called "The Lanky One" moved to the neighborhood changing Ove's life completely and how.
Ove need a quiet life.But he ended up 6 adults and 4 little kids turning the last years of his lives to something he never expected it would be.
Ove believes he stopped living, when Sonja passed away but life keeps him alive with giving him the company of love,companionship of friends who don't give up so easily.
This book reminds me that, In the end a person will have someone.Someone to care.Someone to hold on. No body in this world won't be truely alone.Even if they aren't yours.Life throws many at you but it never leave you to be totally alone. Even if you want to die early, life has better plans for you indeed.
Thats how it should be. As the book quote
" 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑷𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒔, 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚. 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔. 𝑶𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒈𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍.𝑾𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒊𝒕, 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔. 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒃𝒚. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆."
- Maani -
