A Man Called Ove
A NovelLarge Print - 2014
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"We always think there's enough time to do things with other people. Time to say things to them. And then something happens and then we stand there holding on to words like 'if'."
"A Man Called Ove" reminded me of my dad. He always made sure the neighborhood looked nice and was a grumpy codger with a kind heart. His favorite author was Tony Hillerman whom I've just discovered and he's amazing! ArapahoeSusanW
ArapahoeKati Aug 03, 2016
This book is perfect in every way. The character development, the plot, the humor, the sadness...and the audiobook is incredible (it's literally the only audiobook I have ever finished). This is one I'll have to own.
ArapahoeTiegan Dec 28, 2017
Meet Ove. Ove has a very certain idea of how things are done, and he really works to make sure everyone else follows his way. Just you try to drive a car on the residential streets of his Resident's Association. Which his new neighbors do, trying to bring a trailer to move into their new house, a... Read More »
ArapahoeNadia Nov 26, 2016
I absolutely loved this book. It is funny, tender and thoughtful. Great feel good book which makes you laugh and cry.
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All people want to live dignified lives; dignity just means something different to different people.
We always think that there is enough time to do things with other people. Time to say things to them. And then, something happens and then we stand there holding on to do words like "if".
Ove has probably known all along what he has to do, but all people at root are time optimists. We always think there’s enough time to do things with other people. Time to say things to them. And then something happens and then we stand there holding on to words like “if”. - p. 282
“Men are what they are because of what they do. Not what they say,” said Ove - p. 78
Her laughter catches him off guard. As if it’s carbonated and someone has poured it too fast and it’s bubbling over in all directions. It doesn’t fit at all with the gray cement and right-angled garden paving stones. It’s an untidy, mischievous laugh that refuses to go along with rules and prescriptions. - p. 60
“Death is a strange thing. People live their whole lives as if it does not exist, and yet it's often one of the great motivations for the living. Some of us, in time, become so conscious of it that we live harder, more obstinately, with more fury. Some need its constant presence to even be aware of its antithesis. Others become so preoccupied with it that they go into the waiting room long before it has announced its arrival. We fear it, yet most of us fear more than anything that it may take someone other than ourselves. For the greatest fear of death is always that it will pass us by. And leave us there alone.”
“To love someone is like moving into a house," Sonja used to say. "At first you fall in love in everything new, you wonder every morning that this is one's own, as if they are afraid that someone will suddenly come tumbling through the door and say that there has been a serious mistake and that it simply was not meant to would live so fine. But as the years go by, the facade worn, the wood cracks here and there, and you start to love this house not so much for all the ways it is perfect in that for all the ways it is not. You become familiar with all its nooks and crannies. How to avoid that the key gets stuck in the lock if it is cold outside. Which floorboards have some give when you step on them, and exactly how to open the doors for them not to creak. That's it, all the little secrets that make it your home. "
“People said Ove saw the world in black and white. But she was color. All the color he had.”
“. . . a laptop?” Ove shakes his head wildly and leans menacingly over the counter. “No, I don’t want a ‘laptop.’ I want a computer.”
Every morning for the almost four decades they had lived in this house, Ove had put on the coffee percolator, using exactly the same amount of coffee as on any other morning, and then drank a cup with his wife. One measure for each cup, and one extra for the pot—no more, no less.
Ove stomped forward. The cat stood up. Ove stopped. They stood there measuring up to each other for a few moments, like two potential troublemakers in a small-town bar. Ove considered throwing one of his clogs at it. The cat looked as if it regretted not bringing its own clogs to lob back.
Also drives an Audi, Ove has noticed. He might have known. Self-employed people and other idiots all drive Audis.
Suddenly he’s a bloody “generation.” Because nowadays people are all thirty-one and wear too-tight trousers and no longer drink normal coffee.
All the things Ove’s wife has bought are “lovely” or “homey.” Everything Ove buys is useful. Stuff with a function.
The little foreign woman steps towards him and only then does Ove notice that she’s either very pregnant or suffering from what Ove would categorize as selective obesity.
“Holy Christ. A lower-arm amputee with cataracts could have backed this trailer more accurately than you,”
Ove doubts whether someone who can’t park a car properly should even be allowed to vote.
“Men are what they are because of what they do. Not what they say,” said Ove.
Nowadays people changed their stuff so often that any expertise in how to make things last was becoming superfluous. Quality: no one cared about that anymore.
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Grumpy old man who has lost his wife decides he wants to join her. But everytime he tries to, he gets sucked into helping his new neighbors, and all sorts of other random people....people who are too incompetent and unable to DIY things like he and folks from old time can/could. This book has a heartwarming story. People you meet and avoid because you think you have nothing in common and can never connect to...you'd be surprised that sometimes you can.
Grumpy old man with a heart of gold, I loved this novel and found it quite heartwarming.
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