And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer by Fredrik Backman

If you're paying attention this summer, you know that Fredrik Backman is on everyone's lips for his newest release, Beartown.  I have yet to read it, as his works are in translation from Swedish, and I haven't had the best of luck with books in translation in the past (I'm looking at you, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo).  When I ventured into my local library earlier this week, I found myself looking for Beartown or A Man Called Ove, just to give him a shot.  Then And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer caught my eye.  I could easily make the joke that the title is longer than the novella itself, but I'll spare you.  So, because this book was only 76 pages, I decided it would be the best use of my time to decide if I really do want to tackle Backman's other works.  I thought, "It's only 76 pages.  If I don't like it, I haven't wasted my time reading too much of a book.  If I do like it, I'll give Beartown a shot."  So what was my verdict? Well, readers, this one left me wiping away tears as I read those last few pages, but not for reasons you might think.

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