This book was enlightening. I was so absorbed with Ove's story. It was captivating, heartbreaking, silly, yet so sweet and warm. They didn't make man like Ove anymore. 
 You can say that Ove was acquired taste. It need time and openheartedness to understand man like him. Man with heart so big and so pure, but buried under so many layers. I cant help but compared him with Mr. Fredrikson(??) from the movie Up. They were so much alike, especially in whom they gave their hearts too. To the lady whose life was so full with laughter. 
 I cried quite a lot while i read this. I cant help it, but at different moments, i cant hide my smile. They were so big, because Ove was too sweet but refused to show it. And I'm really thankful for people like Parvaneh, who can see Ove for who he truly was. 
 Reading this book teach my again, the art of reading. Not to do it mindnumbingly, like i so often did for awhile now, but to read it with open heart, to be absorbed, to understand, and to learn how to see things from different angles. 
 This book was so marvelous, it put me from reading another book for awhile, because i didn't want to spoiled the warm sensation i got from it.