And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer

I went to Barnes and Noble even though I said I wasn't going to.  I went to the sale table.  I wasn't going to but I did.  I picked up a couple of titles.  I wasn't supposed to but I did. 

I went to the new release shelves and a small book caught my eye.  It was titled "And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer" by Fredrik Backman.  It was small and short and I knew it would make me cry.  I walked away.

I looked a cookbooks, I fawned over the coloring books, I was amazed at how B&N has reduced their ebook section to almost nothing.  I was drawn back to the little book with only 76 pages.

I couldn't help myself.

It is about Grandpa -- an elderly man living with some form of dementia.  It is about his son Ted, his wife and his grandson Noah. 

It is sad.  But it isn't sad.  It isn't humorous but it isn't too dire either.  It is written beautifully like all the other Backman titles.  I really haven't read prose like his -- ever.  It seems like the central theme for all his books is death but then they aren't really sad.

Would I recommend?  Yes, yes, yes.  It is thought provoking and yes, a tear jerker but it is worth it.