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 Keep Reading