This is probably one of the most deeply unserious books I have ever read and yet it still has Backman's signature charm! While I liked the humor well enough and definitely laughed out loud multiple times (Zara, the diva that you are), it became rather tiresome towards the end. It has a lot of hard-hitting quotes and emotional scenes to be sure, but having already read Beartown, I can't help but feel that this just simply pales in comparison. I was anticipating some semblance of the sobfest some fans seem to experience, but alas, maybe I have a heart of stone. Still, I have to respect just how much of a twisty ride this was, oddily reminiscent of Ellen Raskin's The Westing Game. This is also Backman's most unique work that I've read to date.