Last night I finished the book I was reading, “My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry” by Fredrik Backman. By the end, I was crying, but also alternatively laughing out loud. I’m going to miss that crazy house full of characters.
As I began the story a few weeks ago, at first I couldn’t figure out if it was intended for younger readers. After all, the main character, Elsa, is an almost-8-year-old.
It dances between the real world and the fairytale world that Elsa’s Granny has woven for her.
It’s not a young adult novel. Yet there’s so much of the story that I want to share with my daughters, who range from age 13 to 23.
It’s about dealing with loss (which our family experienced this year), and learning that it’s OK to be different. It’s about trusting people and letting them into your world – and your heart.
Bravery comes in many forms. Sometimes looking through the eyes of a child helps us remember that.