my grandmother asked me to tell you she's sorry by Fredrik Backman
Every seven year old deserves a superhero. That's just how it is. Anyone who doesn't agree needs their head examined.
That's what Elsa's granny says, at least.
Elsa is seven, going on eight. She knows she isn't especially good at being seven. She knows she's different. Her headmaster says she needs to "fall into line" in order to achieve "a better fit with her peers." Other adults describe her as "very grown-up for her age." Elsa knows this is just another way of saying "massively annoying for her age," because they only tend to say this when she corrects the for mispronouncing "de'ja' vu" or not being able to tell the difference between "me" and "I" at the end of a sentence. Smart-asses usually can't, hence the "grown-up for her age" comment, generally said with a stained smile at her parents. As if she has a mental impairment, as if Elsa hasshown them up by not being totally thick just because she's seven. And that's why she doesn't have any friends except Granny. Because all the other seven-year-olds tend to be, but Elsa is different.
I want to read this, would you? I loved A Man Called Ove by this author so I am looking forward.