I bleed the same blood and breath the same air

Spotted this chap on Grafton Street. 

The message resonated – well worth reflecting on…. the people we pass everyday sleeping on the streets are people,  just like us,  with hopes and dreams and fears and pride…. unlucky in life,  not lesser beings…. 

There,  but for the grace of fortune,  go I…… And you……. 

A Man Called Ove


I heard a lot about this book and have to confess I was a bit skeptical.

How wrong is it possible to be be?

If you’ve read The Hundred-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out A Window And Disappeared by Jonas Jonasson you’ll love this too – it has a very similar style.

Not a word is wasted. There’s very little flowery exposition, just lean spare evocative writing that shows much much more than it tells – the author respects his readers and relies on their intelligence to pick up the nuances and commonalties of human experience and feeling.

Without being in the least saccharin or mawkish, it’s both funny and positive – and surprisingly affecting.

You’ll be sorry to reach the end but exceedingly glad you read it!