Ove is 59 and drives a Saab. Anyone who drives anything else is an idiot. Maybe not a complete idiot, but an idiot nonetheless. Ove likes routine and knows right from wrong. He doesn't talk unnecessarily which is to say he barely talks. When he does, he's likely to be shouting. As gruff and unwelcoming as he is, he knows that he was lucky beyond measure to find his wife all those years ago. Sonja kept him in touch with the world and loved him back unconditionally. Now he has new neighbors, and since Ove isn't much into learning names of new people, he thinks of them as the Lanky One and Pregnant Foreign Woman. The couple has two small girls, and the whole family is overly familiar in Ove's mind. Ove just wants to get on with his life and his plan for it. He has no intention of this family diverting him from his plan, but he may have to stop and help them, because goodness knows they need help.
This is our book club selection for the month, and I'm so excited to meet this week. What a heartwarming story of curmudgeon who meets his match in a small, pregnant Iranian woman! Highly recommended.
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