On the contrary, Eleanor Oliphant isn't really fine, far it from being fine really, but life has its way. This book talks about the engulfing loneliness in just existing and surviving and the impact of humans had on each other; how the smallest action of kindness can weave ripples of almost miraculous changes that sort of letting you know, look what life has to offer you and vice versa. Eleanor is just really witty too, borderline problematic (due to her experience) but I just really enjoy her remarks and reflections, and one could learn from her assertiveness as well. I didn't share the similar childhood experience to Eleanor, but her longing for meaningful connection and loneliness really speaks to me. And god of literary just bless Raymond Gibbons. To me, this was like a hug in a book form, Honeyman's way of characterizing people/things/settings are so hot-cocoa-ey-warm and comforting. Now I just find myself coming back to this book at the slightest convenience in life LOL.
