And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer

A Novella

By: Fredrik Backman

Narrated by: David Morse

A little book with a big heart—from the New York Times bestselling author of A Man Called Ove and Anxious People.

“I read this beautifully imagined and moving novella in one sitting, utterly wowed, wanting to share it with everyone I know.” —Lisa Genova, bestselling author of Still Alice

From the New York Times bestselling author of A Man Called Ove, My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry, Britt-Marie Was Here, and Anxious People comes an exquisitely moving portrait of an elderly man’s struggle to hold on to his most precious memories, and his family’s efforts to care for him even as they must find a way to let go.

With all the same charm of his bestselling full-length novels, here Fredrik Backman once again reveals his unrivaled understanding of human nature and deep compassion for people in difficult circumstances. This is a tiny gem with a message you’ll treasure for a lifetime.

If you know anyone that is getting older.

This is a wonderful short story for anyone that is getting older or knows someone who is. The story is both happy and somewhat sad however the truth rings out. Love, life, loss and more love are life and they are all contained within. Smell the sunshine and the water.

Beautiful! Simply beautiful.

A story of love and remembering. Of joy and sadness. Of peace and of kindness. Beautiful explanation of the loss of Alzheimer's.

Magic and heartbreak

Sweetly Bittersweet memories between grandfather and grandchild; a few between father and son; some between husband and wife. Be prepared for some blurry eyes.
Morse does an ok job of narration, and is ok as grandpa; Noah not so much.

Fredrik Backman rocks!

You can never go wrong with Fredrik Backman.
This story is profound. Must read.
I'll read it to my grandchildren one day......

Feels magical but hopeless

Alzheimer’s can feel like a journey through the land of forgetfulness and darkness to eventual oblivion. It’s frightening. But this book makes it feel magical and peaceful. It’s purely imaginative and ultimately without hope though because there is no significant mention of God. He is mentioned a few times inaccurately and is merely a bystander. I get it. God can seem chillingly absent when circumstances are darkest.

This life is not a fairy tale. Not everything finds a bright resolution on this side of eternity but God is always present, working, leading and holding us. For those in Christ, the land of forgetfulness and deep darkness is not our lasting city. In our lasting city, “night will be no more,” for God himself will be our light and the Lamb our lamp. The last word will be light.