This is a beautiful little book, sharply written and acutely observed it tells the story of Ove, a man who in his quest to die finds reasons to live. Ove is initially presented as a grumpy neighbour who believes himself surrounded by complete idiots however as more and more is revealed about his past and his marriage to his beloved wife Sonja it becomes clear there is far more to him than that. There isn’t so much a plot in this book as a gentle description of one man, his history and his present day encounters with those around him. It’s hard to say much about the story without spoiling it but it’s a book about grief, about the hole death leaves in life and the power of relationships to help fill that hole to the point that life can be lived again. It’s about love, the love in a marriage over time and the love between friends, old and new. It’s about what makes people who they are and the choices they make about what will define them. It’s all of these things yet never obviously or clumsily, it’s witty and moving with brilliantly observed characters. It’s impossible not to love Ove by the end. Sometimes a book arrives in your life at exactly the right time and for that reason will always stand out as extra special, for me this was one of those books. It’s powerful in it’s own quiet way and definitely worth a read.