Let’s just get this out of the way – I hated A Man Called Ove. That book was smug and stupid – a dreadful combination. I had washed my hands of Backman without a backward glance. Enter The Book SoulMate. As I’ve previously stated – she has carte blanche. When she texted that I should read Beartown I requested it from the library within a minute – no hesitation – no questions asked.
Which leads us to now – me sitting on the couch, wrapped in a quilt, sobbing. Not the silent pretty tears – but the ugly cry with the trying-to-catch-my-breath and the where-does-all-this-snot-come-from-anyway.
I may have just read the best book I’ve ever read. We’ll see if it stands the test of time. For now I can say that is the best book I’ve read this year and in the last several years. No lie – on page 3 I stopped for a minute, sat up, took a deep breath and looked around my living room. I knew. Page. Freakin. Three.
So what’s it about? It doesn’t matter. What are all books about? People. Love. Fear. Family. Bravery. Hockey. That’s irrelevant. It’s a book to read if you like books – words, and slipping into the story, strong plots, stunning lines. If great books are your drug of choice – the way you get that tingle in the bottom of your feet and in your quads – if there’s no greater rush than the turning of the page – I’ve got your next fix. Utterly brilliant.