Let’s Talk… Fredrik Backman

Wow… what an insane week! Firstly, a thank you to all the people who have stopped by, read my words, told me they will read him in the future, or just happened to come across my page. I am so proud of the work I have put into this week and the content that I have created. Thank you for making it worth it.

The question that I think most people are thinking: Why this guy? The truth: I found this guy about a year and a half ago on Goodreads. Beartown was one of those books that was immediately recommended for me, and I said “I’ll get around to it eventually”. Eventually became a year, and I was looking for books to listen to on Audible (because you can never have enough), and chose Beartown. I am so thankful I made that decision.

I first listened to Beartown in December 2018, and I have never stopped loving him since (in a completely platonic, I-have-never-met-you-but-I-will-have-your-babies-if-that’s-what-you-want type of way). I immediately jumped into Us Against You right after, and in January 2019, I listened to A Man Called Ove. Somewhere in all that I also read Deal of a Lifetime and And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer. I didn’t read Britt-Marie Was Here or My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry until I decided to make this week a thing.

Immediately, I knew this guy was legit. He found a way to talk about the world while still keeping humor and often times a childlike perspective. Speaking of, at some point this week I said that his stories often read like children’s books. Unless you are completely comfortable with your kids hearing curse words in their bedtime stories, maybe don’t read the novels to your kids (if I remember correctly, the short stories are clean, but don’t quote me on that). I don’t think I have read any of his stories that I haven’t had moments of laughter mixed in, even when the content is extremely deep and heavy. He’s just that good.

Writing-style-wise, I never felt like his books drag. If you read a lot, you know that so many books end up dragging in the middle and you have this moment where you decide if that drag was worth the reward. I never felt that drag, so the pay off to me was always more than worth it (how many more times can I say drag?). My one knock to his style is that he tends to say “oh btw, this book is going to feature someone dying” and so the whole time you sit there like “is this the time?” only for him to remind you AS SOON AS YOU FORGET so that you are on the edge of your seat again. As someone who reads a lot, I gotta give the guy credit, he kept me entertained, even if there were moments where I wanted to slap his stupid little face (P.S. I have no idea if he has a little face, and I also don’t know the IQ of his face) for teasing me like that. If that is the only knock you get as a writer, then I think you are doing something right. But that’s just me.

And look man, I make the rules in this joint, so I have been trying to find ways to still be authentic to why I wanted to start this blog while still finding ways to encourage viewership, and he was it. Thank you guys so much for sticking with me this week and my obnoxious amount of posts, and in turn, if there is ever an author you want me to focus on in the future, I got you (I’m probably going to regret that later). If you guys have any thoughts or ideas, feel free to leave a comment, find me on Twitter/Facebook/ Instagram @elizabooksblog, or email me at elizabethslick@elizabethsbookstore.blog. And as always, I will see you all in the next book!

And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer by Fredrik Backman

And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer: A Novella by [Backman, Fredrik]
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01INMZKD8/ref=dp-kindle-redirect?_encoding=UTF8&btkr=1

How I Read It: Audiobook

Dates Read: 4/25/19

Ugh…. I can’t. Why is this so good? I feel like at this point I need to give a little backstory on me real quick: I probably will develop dementia/Alzheimer’s. I have always said (at least since watching The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants) that my worst fear is time, not that I don’t have enough, but that I don’t take advantage of the time I do have. To know that at some point in my life I probably will forget my parents, my partner, my children, or even my life in general makes me want to appreciate all of those moments and people more.

With all that being said, my only extremely close relationship with dementia was my grandmother. She slowly started to think that I was my mother, that my mother was her mother, and in the end, she began to think I was just someone who stopped by occasionally to talk about her past and my present. It broke my heart to see her slowly lose her memories, and at one point in my life I wanted to work in a nursing home to help other people in her position.

Bringing it back to the story, this novella follows a grandfather and his grandson, Noah. After a boating accident, the grandfather is trying to explain what is going on in his head and how hard it is for him to return to “home”, or reality.

This book is only about an hour on Audible or about 100 pages on Kindle. It is an incredibly short read, but it is so powerful and important and beautiful and ugh, I’m not crying I promise. If you guys have any thoughts or ideas, feel free to leave a comment or e-mail me at elizabethslick@elizabethsbookstore.blog. And as always, I will see you all in the next book!