A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman is a story of a grumpy old man who points at people he dislikes as if they are burglars caught outside his bedroom window. He has steadfast principles, uncompromising routines and a short fuse. He doesn’t walk around with a smile plastered to his face all the time. People call him the harsh and bitter neighbor from the hell. Behind this cranky exterior of Ove, there is a story and sadness. This grumpy but loveable man, Ove’s solitary world turned upside down when a young family moves in his neighborhood.
One November morning a talkative young couple with their two talkative daughters move in next door. They accidentally flatten Ove’s mailbox when husband was trying to reverse trailer car. This leads in to a comical and heartwarming tale of Ove and his life.
Ove drives a Saab and he criticize the people driving popular Japanese models. He takes it upon himself to inspect the goings-on of his neighborhood. Every morning he walks around the street locking up misplaced bicycles and tearing down flyers. He hates all the “thirty-one-year olds” that have moved into his neighborhood, driving up property costs.
Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman is a story of a grumpy old man who points at people he dislikes as if they are burglars caught outside his bedroom window. He has steadfast principles, uncompromising routines and a short fuse. He doesn’t walk around with a smile plastered to his face all the time. People call him the harsh and bitter neighbor from the hell. Behind this cranky exterior of Ove, there is a story and sadness. This grumpy but loveable man, Ove’s solitary world turned upside down when a young family moves in his neighborhood.
One November morning a talkative young couple with their two talkative daughters move in next door. They accidentally flatten Ove’s mailbox when husband was trying to reverse trailer car. This leads in to a comical and heartwarming tale of Ove and his life.
Ove drives a Saab and he criticize the people driving popular Japanese models. He takes it upon himself to inspect the goings-on of his neighborhood. Every morning he walks around the street locking up misplaced bicycles and tearing down flyers. He hates all the “thirty-one-year olds” that have moved into his neighborhood, driving up property costs.