The first one of Fredrik Backman's stories that left me just a bit disappointed, but to be fair, I read it when I was in a really weird mind space and might have come back to it at a later point. (It was also the first one I read in the English translation since I don't think a German one is available, and maybe that also made it feel different and more distant than everything else I've read by him before. Languages are a weird concept, I guess.) It's not a bad book at all, I'm just used to being overwhelmed by his stories, characters and all the emotions they give me, and all of that wasn't as strong here as I expected it to be.