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A review by 3iii8v
And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer by Fredrik Backman
5.0
“I know that the way home is getting longer and longer every morning. But I loved you because your brain, your world, was always bigger than everyone else’s. There’s still a lot of it left.”
This is the second book I read by Frederick Backman, the first one was A Man Called Ove which is one of my favorite books, I thought this one was really great too. Full of love, memories and feelings. I connected with the characters and I felt that I was seeing and feeling all those events described. Usually, you can't say much about short stories because it might reduce the pleasure of reading them. But the general topic was about the relationship between the grandfather and his grandson and the connection between them as we navigate and get to know the troubled mind of the old man.
“My memories are running away from me, my love, like when you try to separate oil and water. I’m constantly reading a book with a missing page, and it’s always the most important one.”
In this story, the author has described drowning in forgetfulness due to Alzheimer's in the most concrete way possible, so concrete and clear that it seems as if the readers themselves can experience it and feel that suffering and perhaps sadness.
“What does it feel like?”
“Like constantly searching for something in your pockets. First you lose the small things, then it’s the big ones. It starts with keys and ends with people.”
I wish it wasn't so short. But the mood of the book, the calmness and fear of the moments, captured the significance completely. It was short and strange. The atmosphere was great and really smart. Some of Backman's sentences are still settled in my heart even after finishing the book and seem like they have a soul and are alive.
This is the second book I read by Frederick Backman, the first one was A Man Called Ove which is one of my favorite books, I thought this one was really great too. Full of love, memories and feelings. I connected with the characters and I felt that I was seeing and feeling all those events described. Usually, you can't say much about short stories because it might reduce the pleasure of reading them. But the general topic was about the relationship between the grandfather and his grandson and the connection between them as we navigate and get to know the troubled mind of the old man.
“My memories are running away from me, my love, like when you try to separate oil and water. I’m constantly reading a book with a missing page, and it’s always the most important one.”
In this story, the author has described drowning in forgetfulness due to Alzheimer's in the most concrete way possible, so concrete and clear that it seems as if the readers themselves can experience it and feel that suffering and perhaps sadness.
“What does it feel like?”
“Like constantly searching for something in your pockets. First you lose the small things, then it’s the big ones. It starts with keys and ends with people.”
I wish it wasn't so short. But the mood of the book, the calmness and fear of the moments, captured the significance completely. It was short and strange. The atmosphere was great and really smart. Some of Backman's sentences are still settled in my heart even after finishing the book and seem like they have a soul and are alive.