It has been a long time since I have been this in love with a book. The last, as far as I can remember was last December, with The Sun is Also a Star by Nicola Yoon.
For me, a good book could boggle a mind, make you question about your own existence, your life. A good book could also make you feel emotions you know you don’t have. A good book must resonate through your soul. And that’s what Britt-Marie Was Here by Frederick Backman gave me.
Britt-Marie is used to being not noticed by anyone and she is actually fine with that. But one particular news has changed her life forever, a woman with no family died alone and only to be discovered when her remains stink. That’s why she looks for a job for the only reason of someone will take notice if she died.
This novel is a heartwarming tale of an old woman, her cowardice and OCD. A tale where she brave the world outside and finally making a mark in the lives of people of Borgs. It is like an unintentional Nanny Mcphee on a deeper level.
What I like about the book is its narration, it is not too pretentious but has this fair amount of metaphors and simile that makes me want more.