Ove is cranky. He is 59 and very set in his ways. Useful items, like screws and shoehorns, are stored in appropriate boxes and he makes sure to perform his daily inspection of the neighborhood to enforce rules of parking and trash separation. He doesn’t like people and does not hide his disdain. Except for his wife. As the narrator beautifully describes:
People said Ove saw the world in black and white. But she was color. All the color he had.
But really, Ove is sad. He’s lonely. Soon we learn that he has had one of those lives where almost nothing went his way and more than his fair share of heartache. He is simply done with it all.
But when a new family moves into the neighborhood, they force Ove to engage with those around him, despite his best efforts not to. His steadfast will to be ornery is comical and, eventually, heartwarming.
4.5 out of 5 stars.