I haven't read anything by Fredrik Backman, but I can't recommend this book to fans of Elena Ferrante, not sure about Paulo Coelho though (considering the blurb).
Actually the comparison with Elena Ferrante
drove me to request an ARC.
It is a very slow, melancholic, partly emotional, partly dull (I'm trying to avoid the word boring
, because it doesn't do the novel justice, but it is partly
very close to my feeling), with beautiful deserted landscapes (mountains) and characters that are out of touch with reality (mountains men in heart and soul).
Maybe because I read a lot of gay fiction, I was longing for those two men become more than just two friends. Up to the very tragic end. In vain. No, I'm not totally convinced here. There were for sure more between them, but we'll never know...
What a strange book! Sad and strange...And in a strange way strangely captivating...***Copy provided kindly by the publisher via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review***