So this was my second attempt to read this book. The first time, I could not get past page 7. I handed the book to my then 12-year-old son and he loved it.
Then a funny thing happened. I was in a coffee shop and I saw a man in his 30s with his nose glued to Beartown. He almost spilled his coffee because he did not look up from the pages as he reached for it.
Call me sexist, but when a book captures a man’s attention like that, I think it has to be good. I got a copy and was not disappointed and then was surprised to discover the same author wrote A Man Called Ove. See my review of Us Against Them for more Backman love.
I really enjoyed Ove. I found myself laughing, shaking my head and not feeling the slightest bit sorry for the crotchety old man. And then I was crying. Unexpectedly.