A Man Called Ove Audiobook

When I finished reading this publication, I shut it gently, as if the pages were flesh that might be bruised. It was tough to immediately identify the experience in my breast, then: an exultant, rising happiness quickly yanked back by the leash of a grief still incipient, a pain that had actually not sunk in, not just yet. There’s a hollowness in me currently, a rawness that just a novel like A Man Called Ove leaves behind.