Sunday, November 13, 2022

Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman

If there is one thing Eleanor Oliphant is, it's completely fine. And Gail Honeyman's novel, Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine is not just fine, it is phenomenal.

I believe that books come to us in magical ways, but perhaps none so much as Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine. A dear friend of mine from college, knowing I'm a bibliophile, and sharing some other similarities such as our mutual hatred for butterflies and love of spiders, one day sent me a message telling me that I absolutely needed to read this book and that she was going to send it to me (which also ended up including a TON of lipstick, lip exfoliant, and Chapstick samples, courtesy of the company she works for). I was so touched that I couldn't wait to dive into it, and so I did. And then I did again. And then one final time, and that was the time I got hooked. I kept getting distracted by other books, but I ended up reading this at the exact right time in my life.

Eleanor Oliphant is fiercely intelligent and sophisticated, though also blunt and socially awkward, and deeply entrenched in her routine: work, home, radio program, frozen pizza, vodka, and Wednesday chats with Mummy. She is, by every definition, completely fine, unapologetically navigating the world as best she knows how. Then she meets Raymond, the large man from IT with a penchant for t-shirts that are just a bit too small, and for chewing with his mouth open, who inadvertently enlightens Eleanor to the simple, often taken for granted, pleasures of life. Turns out that living is more than just existing.

The writing is heavy and wordy, but in a cheeky way, with a very much Eleanor-driven plot. She is awkwardly loveable, with a Seinfeldian take on the world, and the way she tells a story is charming and completely disarming; a certifiable scene-stealer, resulting in many pages of laugh-out-loud moments. Sure, there is the childhood trauma that she is suppressing with said vodka, and the social interactions that would make even Michael Scott squirm, but she is charmingly ridiculous, and this book is tragically hilarious. It feels wrong to call this book delightful, because it has its fair share of tragedy and trauma - the ending, in particular, is the cutest, yet most horrifying, ending ever - but you can't help a warm feeling that carries you through this book and Eleanor's story, proving just how important it is to have at least one good friend. Settle in with a nice big cuppa because you can read Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine in one sitting. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐/5