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.

Sad

I made a mental note to research gender politics and gender identity at some point. There would be a book about it—there were books about everything.

Grief is the price we pay for love, so they say. The price is far too high.

Obscenity is the distinguishing hallmark of a sadly limited vocabulary.