Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine

by Gail Honeyman

There are days when I feel so lightly connected to the earth that the threads that tether me to the planet are gossamer thin, spun sugar.

Time only blunts the pain of loss. It doesn’t erase it.

I hoped I wasn’t turning into one of those needy people, though, the kind who are always droning on about themselves and their problems. Boring.