Eleanor Oliphant is completely fine. Unless you’ve never in your life opened up a work of fiction, you can probably guess that Eleanor is the opposite of fine. However she spends the first half of the book telling herself, and consequently the reader, that she is. She has a perfectly ordered life working five days a week and on nights and weekends eating frozen pizza and drinking wine and vodka to pass the time (our first hint that things aren’t “fine”), and talking to […]