Elsa is seven years old and different. Her grandmother is 77 years old and crazy, as in standing on the balcony, firing paintball guns at stranger crazy. She is also Elsa‘s best and only friend. At night, Elsa takes refuge in her grandmother’s stories, in the land of almost awake, in the kingdom of Miyamas, where everybody is different, and nobody needs to be normal. When Elsa‘s grandmother dies and leaves behind a series of letters, apologizing to people, she has wronged, Elsa’s greatest adventure begins. Her grandmother‘s instructions lead her to an apartment building full of misfits, monsters, attack dogs, and old cronies, but also to the truth about fairytales and kingdoms, and a grandmother like no other. My grandmother asked me to tell you she’s sorry is told with the same comic accuracy and beating heart as Fredrik Backman’s best selling debut novel a man called Ove. It is a story about life and death and one of the most important human rights the right to be different. This was bought at a library book sale and has one small mark on the inside cover as seen in the picture.