You ever start to grieve the ending of a book before it's over? You suddenly feel the weight of the book has shifted from your right hand to the left. You've been so absorbed in the story, you didn't realize there are less pages to read than pages you have already read. You want to know how the story ends, but you don't want it to be over. So you cherish the last few pages, slow down your eyes, reread sentences that made you think, take time to laugh or cry, and sigh with contentment as you close the book with finality. 

I imagine life can be like that too.

A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman was an absolute joy to read and an absolute heartbreak to finish. The characters were three-dimensional and the plot was captivating. At times I cried my eyes out, occasionally from weeping and many other times from laughing. Hilarious and bittersweet, A Man Called Ove was the best book I've read all year.

We all know a man like Ove. Maybe he is called George or Scott or Papa. Maybe the Ove in your life is a woman. But one thing all Oves in this world have in common, no matter what they are called, is that we have not treated them with the respect and love any human deserves. They are perceived to be old grumps, so we treat them like old grumps. We demean them, annoy them and ignore them. We sum up their existence in their attitude and nothing else.

The Ove in our life is obviously misunderstood, but we just don't have the patience or compassion to take the time to ask questions, to get to know him, to become friends, to learn from his lessons that he has to teach.

A Man Called Ove is about such a person who has been wronged by this world. He has been the victim of bureaucracy and injustice. There is a right way and a wrong way to do everything, and Ove knows they just don't make 'em like they used to. Then, they tried to take his job. They tried to take his house. They tried to take his dignity. He lost the love of his life. He pushed away a friend. 

He just wants it all to be over.

So Ove tries to kill himself. Yet during every attempt, he is thwarted. The rope breaks, the cat stares and the loud, pregnant, foreign neighbor interrupts. 

And it's somehow both hilarious and heartbreaking.

Fredrik Backman has a gift of making a horribly depressing situation and an awfully sad, old man hysterical. And this loud, pregnant, foreign neighbor manages to do what hardly any other person in Ove's life could. She persistently makes contact. When he pushes her away, she pushes back in. When he yells at the stray cat, she insists he take it in as a pet. When he finds the other neighbors repulsive, she brings them in. When he locks himself in the house, she pounds on the door. When he ignores her, she boldly asks for favors. 

And through all her non-stop annoyance, Ove begins to delay his death. He pushes back his suicide one day at a time, until he stops imagining it all together. 

This story was a sweet, beautiful reminder of the humanity of our neighbors, even the grumps. It is our responsibility to reach out, to make connections, to befriend. We never know what battles they are facing. 

When a story is this funny, this heartwarming, this thoughtful, this beautiful, I don't want it to end. But just like those people we love who have left us too soon, the characters and lessons of this book will stay with me for a very long time, even when it's all over. 

Check out A Man Called Ove from your local public library or purchase a copy at your local bookstore or on Amazon.

Five stars.

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After reading a few beautiful, heavy, thought-provoking and at sometimes, dark, books in a row, I knew I needed a palette cleanser. 

When I chose The Unhoneymooners by Christina Lauren, I thought I would get a few laughs, relax for a bit before bed and mentally prepare myself for my next high-brow "literature" read (I know, I know, I'm a snob.). 

But what I received in these pages was a delightfully fun, hilarious romp on the beach. I allowed myself to be more than just distracted by this book. I purely enjoyed this book. Reading The Unhoneymooners gave me the same sensation of eating a popsicle on a summer day with the sugary syrup dripping down my thumb.

Hot. Sweet. Carefree.

Every time I came to a stopping point (which was difficult because I wanted to binge read the entire 400 pages in one sitting), I said to myself out loud, "This is FUN!"

Writing duo Christina Lauren sets up The Unhoneymooners like any great rom-com movie. When everyone gets food poisoning at Ami and Dane's wedding, the bride and groom send their respective sister and brother on their honeymoon to Maui in their stead. The only catch is that Ami's perpetually unlucky twin sister Olive and Dane's hunky brother Ethan are sworn enemies. They vow to one another to enjoy separate vacations... in the same hotel room.

What could go wrong? OR TERRIBLY RIGHT?!

The Unhoneymooners is Fun, with a capital F. There's witty banter stuffed with sexual tension you could cut with a knife. There's hilarious misunderstandings and little white lies. There's beautiful sunsets and paintball adventures and true love!

Is the book predictable? Of course. But if you needed a mental break like I did, do yourself a favor and check this one out.

Five FUN stars.

You can check out The Unhoneymooners at your local library, or purchase it from your local bookstore or on Amazon here.

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