There are always weird details to remember after losing someone. It's all very small things. The smile, the way she rolls over in her sleep, paints the room for her.
Falling in love with someone is like moving into a house, at first you fall in love with everything new and revel in every morning you have it - but over the years the exterior of the house starts to age and you fall for the imperfection it was supposed to be perfect. Gradually don't love it so much, and then you get to know all the flaws and flaws, and these are the little secrets that give you a sense of belonging.
View more about A Man Called Ove reviews
