We’re going to refer to this as the Ove effect. I can grasp that a book is, technically speaking, good. But I don’t connect with it and can’t enjoy it. I downright loathed Ove. I was simply bored by Less.
Similar to climbing a metal building – shiny and lovely with nothing to hold on to – this book was all form and no substance.
Shout-out to Sam for the buddy-read. I’m totally in the minority with my feelings for this book. At least Sam is there with me.