Book Review – A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman

This is one of those books that doesn’t just stay in your mind… it quietly sits in your heart and warms it.

A Man Called Ove is not loud or dramatic. It’s simple, gentle, and very real. And somewhere along the way, it begins to feel personal.

At first, Ove comes across as a grumpy, rigid man who gets irritated easily, likes things done properly, and prefers his routine over people.

And while reading, I found myself smiling a little… because I could relate more than I expected.

I too like things a certain way. I find comfort in routines. Sudden changes do irritate me at times. Order feels reassuring. And maybe that’s why Ove didn’t feel like a character in a book — he felt familiar.

But slowly, you begin to see beyond that surface.

Ove is not just a difficult man. He is someone who has loved deeply… and lost deeply. And somewhere along the way, that love turned into silence, routine, and a way of just getting through each day.

The story moves between his present and his past, and very gently shows how life, grief, and circumstances shape a person — even to a point where one may feel there is nothing really left to live for.

The book doesn’t talk about grief loudly. It just lets you feel it.

It shows how grief quietly stays — in habits, in memories, in the small things we continue to do for someone who is no longer there.

What stayed with me the most was how people slowly enter Ove’s life, without being invited.

What begins as irritation… slowly becomes connection.

And that felt very close to my own life.

When I look back, many people who became part of my journey came like that — unexpectedly, sometimes even inconveniently. Some stayed, some left… but each one added something, taught something, or held me together in ways I didn’t even realise at that time.

It made me feel that maybe life doesn’t always give us the people we want… it gives us the people we need.

That was my biggest takeaway from the book.

Sometimes life brings people into our lives not because we asked for them, but because we needed them.

A Man Called Ove is a quiet, moving story about love, loss, and the small, unexpected ways life keeps pulling us back… even when we feel we are done.

A simple, beautiful, heartwarming read.

That Night by Nidhi Upadhyay- Book Review

A Book That Stayed With Me – That Night

I just finished That Night by Nidhi Upadhyay* — and it turned out to be one of those books you don’t easily forget.

It hooked me from the start, but the last thirty pages were especially intense. I found myself feeling everything at once — worried about what would happen, angry at some moments, emotional at others — and completely unable to stop reading until I reached the end.

What I liked most about the story is how it slowly reveals itself. Just when you feel you’ve understood what’s going on, the narrative shifts and you realise that things are not as simple as they first seemed. Layer by layer, the truth comes out.

And somewhere in the middle of all this, the book leaves you with a rather unsettling thought — that there is a bit of an animal instinct in all of us. We like to think we are always rational and controlled, but sometimes situations push people to reveal sides of themselves they never imagined.

That is what stayed with me after I finished the book. Not just the story, but the quiet reminder of how complex human nature really is.

A gripping, quick read that keeps you hooked and also leaves you thinking long after the last page is turned.