#2,271 A Man Called Ove.

I finished the book on the beach yesterday. I cried so hard. I cried like a baby. I cried like the first time I saw Big Fish. I mean… I really cried. 


Before Ben, I never cried over books or movies. Ever. And then, loving someone so much opened up a corner of my heart and head I had never used before, because in the years that followed, I found myself to be a movie crier. 

So tonight we watched the film adaptation of A Man Called Ove. Same results.


If you have a soft spot for love stories that stretch across decades and curmudgeonly men, this is the story for you.


Erin

Saturday, April 15th, 2017

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