From the land that brought us Ingmar Bergman (remember the one with the grim reaper and his scythe?) and ultra-noir crime fiction comes an unapologetic feel-good read. Ove is a crusty widower with decidedly strong opinions on everything. Just when he's decided that life is winding down, he becomes enmeshed in a series of distractions from his neighbors who are so incompetent that Ove is obliged to help them. He's also adopted by a battle-scarred cat. The story arc is wholly predictable but the situations are comically dry and Ove himself is adorable. (But he might kill you if you told him that.) I thoroughly enjoyed this book. It's a pleasure you don't have to feel guilty about.
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