bookworm review

You spent a fair amount of your childhood hollering stuff like “Hey! Look at me!” because nobody likes to be ignored. In fact, as in the new book “Britt-Marie Was Here” by Fredrik Backman points out, being invisible is the worst thing of all.

Civility is dead.

Britt-Marie feared that was the case these days. In civil households, silverware is stored forks-knives-spoons in the drawer. Windows are clean, clothes are pressed, dinner is at 6 o’clock and not a minute later. These things are important.

She said that to Kent many times throughout their marriage, and he laughed. She also asked him repeatedly to put his dirty shirt in the hamper, but he always tossed it on the floor instead. It usually smelled of pizza and perfume.

Britt-Marie didn’t wear perfume.

Much as she loved her husband, Kent didn’t appreciate her. Britt-Marie wasn’t sure he even saw her anymore and so, deciding to leave him, she applied for a job. It had been decades since she’d done anything but keep a home and jobs were scarce, but there seemed to be one position for which she was qualified.

So, Britt-Marie went to work as a temporary recreation-center caretaker in Borg, a dying village alongside a half-abandoned road a few miles from town.

There was a pizzeria in Borg, an Everything Store and a post office, all in the same building, run by a wheelchair-bound woman who drank too much. The village boasted a policeman, a man who received constant packages, a sight-challenged woman with a dog, and a soccer pitch, to which the village’s few children flocked.

Soccer was everything in Borg — mostly because there was little else.

Britt-Marie hated soccer. She hated her predicament, too, but someone had to clean the rec center. Someone had to give the kids somewhere to go, and step up as “coach” for their soccer team. Eventually, someone had to look at Britt-Marie and really see her.

What kind of a book do you have when you spit your coffee halfway across the table on page 6 and cry a little 50 pages later?

A really good one, that’s what.

Put this wonderful novel in your hands, and “Britt-Marie Was Here” will slyly tickle your funny-bone, while Backman simultaneously wrings your heart out with both fists.

Readers won’t have to try hard to love the title character in this book, either; Britt-Marie is proper to a fault, but for a most painful reason, and Borg’s feisty misfit residents are perfectly created for her. Those who have come to love Backman’s quirky characters, in other words, won’t be disappointed at all.

“Britt-Marie Was Here” should be your Book Club’s next pick. It’s the novel you’ll carry around because you can’t bear to quit it. If you love a tale that will leave you happy-sighing, it’s most certainly the book you should look for.

Terri Schlichenmeyer has been reading since she was 3, and she never goes anywhere without a book. She lives on a hill in Wisconsin with two dogs and 11,000 books.

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