“You can’t not fall in love with A Man Called Ove.” The rumors are terrible and cruel, but honey most of them are true.

Ove appears to be the grumpiest man you will ever meet, a cantankerous with firm ideals, tight rituals, and a short fuse. With all those joyful joggers and shop workers who speak in code, not to mention the guilty parties of the brutal coup d'état that deposed him as head of his local residents' organization, he believes he is surrounded by fools. People believe he is bitter. But must a guy be bitter simply because he does not constantly walk about with a grin on his face, does not always give people what they want to hear, and sits silent when he has nothing to say?

One November morning, Ove's orderly, lonely existence is upended by the entrance of new neighbors—a talkative young couple and their two rambunctious daughters—who announce their presence by accidently crushing Ove's mailbox with their U-Haul. What follows is a humorous and heartwarming story of untidy cats, odd friendships, and a surprising reconsideration of the one person everyone believed they knew everything about.

On its own, this book is paradoxical. It's hilarious but sad. Ove is both unlovable and lovable. The pace of the plot is quick, yet it seems just right. Perhaps one my favorite books is A Man Called Ove now.  I've never read a novel so heart wrenching, but it will make me laugh till my stomach hurts. I had a great experience experiencing, such real feelings. Fredrik Backman seemed to pour all kinds of emotions into my icy little heart. This will undoubtedly be my personality for the next few months, and I will not be sorry.