Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine

by Gail Honeyman

As if a silver in the egg-and-spoon race was some sort of compensation for not understanding how to use an apostrophe.

These days, loneliness is the new cancer – a shameful, embarrassing thing, brought upon yourself in some obscure way. A fearful, incurable thing, so horrifying that you dare not mention it; other people don’t want to hear the word spoken aloud for fear that they might too be afflicted, or that it might tempt fate into visiting a similar horror upon them.