My Grandmother Asked Me To Tell You She’s Sorry
by Fredrik Backman
2013 / 385 pages
read by Joan Walker – 11h 02m
rating:  6  / contemp fiction – fantasy (I think)

“There is no such thing as coincidence in fairy tales.”

Back in August of this year I read and very much enjoyed Bachman’s A Man Called Ova about a stubborn  and  eccentric Swedish man so  the premise of this book was intriguing.  Too bad – mostly.  Because I’m not a fan of fantasy and this book is chock full of  superheroes and witches and warriors and dragons and trolls etc. and so on.

The “Grandmother”  of the title belongs to Elsa, a precocious, imaginative, annoying and insecure 7-year old girl who lives with her mother and step-father in one upscale flat while her mother’s mother (the “Grandmother”)  lives next door.  And although Grandma has always been eccentric,  she appears to be edging up on bonkers.  Oh well,  Elsa is a bit eccentric herself even at the age of 7.  >>>>MORE (no spoilers)>>>>