Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine

by Gail Honeyman

All of the people in the room seemed to take so much for granted: that they would be invited to social events, that they would have friends and family to talk to, that they would fall in love, be loved in return, perhaps create a family of their own.

I suppose one of the reasons we’re all able to continue to exist for our allotted span in this green and blue vale of tears is that there is always, however remote it might seem, the possibility of change.

Social interaction, it appeared, was surprisingly expensive – the travel, the clothes, the drinks, the lunches, the gifts.

It’s both good and bad, how humans can learn to tolerate pretty much anything, if they have to.

Obscenity is the distinguishing hallmark of a sadly limited vocabulary.

isn’t annoying, her need – it isn’t a burden. It’s a privilege. I’m responsible.