A Man Called Ove: Post 1

I have returned! And I have a new book!

It’s been a while since my last blog post. We’re going through the phase in baby-hood when ten to twenty minutes constitutes a nap. By the time 5:00 rolls around I realize I’ve spent my entire day rocking, changing, or feeding the baby and then frantically trying to start a load of laundry or empty the dishwasher during the ten minutes he’s asleep. Well folks, after a few weeks of this I finally opened my eyes and said to myself, “Hey self, you’re the adult! You’re in charge here! That baby should do whatever you say because you’re the boss!”. And then the baby started crying and I instantly submitted to his will.

All joking aside, I think he’s starting to move out of this crazy, short-nap phase and develop some semblance of a schedule. Which means…time for a new blog post.

Last month I finished Dark Matter by Blake Crouch, which I thoroughly enjoyed. Towards the end of that book, I chose A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman as my new read. Since babies cost a lot of money and we’re now a one-income household, I drove over to my local library to pick up a copy. Of course the library was out so I put my name down for the next available copy. The county had about 20 copies, so I figured it would be a couple of days before I could pick it up. However, when I asked how many people where in front of me I was shocked…59. 59 people had reserved the book before me! Sheesh! Suffice it to say that this book is popular. It’s been on a ton of reading lists, has been a national bestseller, and has already been made into a movie. Well, I decided to just wait it out and see how long it took to get the book. I was pleasantly surprised about two weeks later to receive an email telling me the book was ready. In the meantime, I have been reading some young adult fiction (because they’re fun, quick, and easy – my nickname in college ;)) and lots of nonfiction books about sustainable living and baking bread – you know…fun, exciting stuff. I started reading books about parenting and found myself rolling my eyes and wanting to use them as projectiles to throw at cars that drive too fast down our street (kids play here you know!). Anyone who pretends to be an expert on parenting just has an easy kid.

I started reading A Man Called Ove last night and plan to blog about it over the coming weeks. I hope you can pick up a copy as well and read along with me.

Happy reading!