It's been a while since I've read a book I could emphatically recommend. Until last week, when I read the final pages of A Man Called Ove. For me a good book is markedly met with happiness and sadness. Happy that you found such a captivating gem of a read, and sad in that the story is over, and there's no more to be had.
If my review isn't enough, the Amazon review speak quite highly of this book as well, with over 3,000 enthusiastic review after review, overall just shy of five stars.
So you want to know about Ove? He's a curmudgeonly old man. He subscribes to philosophies of the old world; routine, order, and following the rules. Some might call him a grump, a bugger, a mean old fart, but he is staunch in his beliefs, respects honest labor, hard work, and as a strong sense of justice. As such, he is wary of new people, and change he can't comprehend, namely technology, laziness, and situations that can't be fixed with the contents of a workman's toolbox.
The story is woven together, vacillating between Ove's past and the present; as he navigates a new chapter with the overtly friendly, though absurdly unhandy neighbors next door, countered with glimpses into Ove's past which shed light on why he is the way he is. The story is quite charming, flecked with moments of sadness, laughter, and unlikely friendship.
It's pretty good. You should check it out!