Okay, I know I read a lot. And a lot of what I read is really good stuff. To me, if a book makes me laugh or makes me cry or makes me think, it’s a good book. And if it does two out of the three, it’s really good book. And if it does all three, it’s a GREAT book.
I just finished listening to A Man Called Ove (pronounce it Ooo-vuh) by Fredrik Backman. (A million thanks, Gerry Moriarty…I loved this book) It’s translated from the Swedish and is about an old guy—well he’s really not that old, only 59 when the story opens but he SOUNDS old and he IS cranky (but he’s been that way almost all his life) He is definitely lacking in the social skills department. Anyway, he’s lonely. His wife (who I want to be when I grow up) died about a year before the story opens and he has decided to commit suicide and join her. (Why am I into suicide and death books these days???) Except every time he tries to end it all, someone interrupts him and he has to put the suicide on hold while he helps them out.
Yes, it made me laugh…right out loud. And yes, it made me cry…I finished it this morning and was glad no one was in the car with me watching the tears rolling down my cheeks. And yes, it made me think. And I loved the characters. I especially loved Parvana, his next-door neighbor and Sonia, his wife and yes, even Ove. And I can’t imagine anyone not loving this book. (except maybe someone who won’t read anything that isn’t National Book Award quality…you know who you are)
This is the second book that I have finished listening to and gone back immediately to listen to it again. The first was The Book Thief. It’s as if I can’t let the characters go.
Chilly week (okay, I know you northerners are rolling your eyes) but a good week. I got it into my head to clean my Keurig yesterday. Read that every six months you should clean it with vinegar. So I did it. And sent it through a couple rinses and then this morning when I got up, made myself a cup of coffee that, unfortunately, tasted like vinegar. I dumped the coffee…ran about ten more cups of rinse water (which woke Jerry who wondered why I was making so much coffee) He came out just as I was sipping a new cup of coffee. “Don’t ask,” I told him. “There was a problem but it’s solved. Everything is fine.” He was a little nervous but his coffee tasted fine. And we have a clean Keurig, I guess.
Photos are from a photo shoot at Thanksgiving at Erin’s…don’t think I ever shared them, don’t think I ever had them. Erin just posted them on Facebook. I forgot how nice my hair was when it first grew it. It’s back to being straight as a stick with no body. Oh well…it was fun while it lasted.