Anxious People
Sometimes I read a book and I know that I’m enjoying it but I can’t explain why until the very end. That was the case with this book. I spent the first 80% unsure, the last 20% convinced it was one of the best books I have ever read, and then immediately sent copies to three people because I wanted to share it so badly. Backman purely captures the melancholy beauty of existing in our modern world. I’ve described the book as reading like a Neil Simon play, and the text is hyper quotable so keep a notepad near. And tissues–I happy-ugly-cried through the last 30 pages.