I just finished reading Fredrik Backman's sequel to Beartown, Us Against You. Which is essentially about hockey but also not about hockey. And having just finished, the tears are still languishing in my eyes. Good book.
Some memorable quotes, for me:
Chapter 10, pages 84-85, when Bobo has just been told about his mother's appointment with death in the imminent future:
"All sports are silly. All games are ridiculous. Two teams, one ball, sweat and grunting, and for what? So that for a few baffling moments we can pretend that it's the only thing that matters.
That night Hog and Bobo clear the floor of the garage. They've never talked much as father and son, and perhaps they're both worried that they might take to the easiest alternative now. There are bottles of drink in that house, as in everyone else's. So they choose a different option, drive the cars out, move the tools and machinery until the garage is empty.
Then they fetch hockey sticks and a tennis ball. They play against each other all night, sweating and grunting, as if it were the only thing that mattered."
Chapter 48, page 418, after Teemu's brother Vidar has been killed in the car accident:
"The path back to normal life is indescribably long once death has swept the feet out from under those of us who are left. Grief is a wild animal that drags us so far out into the darkness that we can't imagine ever getting home again. Ever laughing again. It hurts in such a way that you can never really figure out if it actually passes or if you just get used to it."
Some memorable quotes, for me:
Chapter 10, pages 84-85, when Bobo has just been told about his mother's appointment with death in the imminent future:
"All sports are silly. All games are ridiculous. Two teams, one ball, sweat and grunting, and for what? So that for a few baffling moments we can pretend that it's the only thing that matters.
That night Hog and Bobo clear the floor of the garage. They've never talked much as father and son, and perhaps they're both worried that they might take to the easiest alternative now. There are bottles of drink in that house, as in everyone else's. So they choose a different option, drive the cars out, move the tools and machinery until the garage is empty.
Then they fetch hockey sticks and a tennis ball. They play against each other all night, sweating and grunting, as if it were the only thing that mattered."
Chapter 48, page 418, after Teemu's brother Vidar has been killed in the car accident:
"The path back to normal life is indescribably long once death has swept the feet out from under those of us who are left. Grief is a wild animal that drags us so far out into the darkness that we can't imagine ever getting home again. Ever laughing again. It hurts in such a way that you can never really figure out if it actually passes or if you just get used to it."
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