Eleanor is grumpy, sure…and socially awkward, ok…and straight up weird. But by the end of this novel, she had completely endeared herself to me, and I know you’ll love her, too.
Gail Honeyman has created a character so scarred (both physically and emotionally, don’t ya know) that she has no idea how to properly interact with the world. She owns about 2 outfits to be worn on rotation, everything she says sounds rude, and she lives her life according to a very strict schedule (pizza on Fridays, lots of vodka on the weekends, Wednesday evening chats with Mummy). Aside from work, she is only ever home. Alone.
It sounds like a pretty miserable life and it is, only Eleanor doesn’t realize it. In fact, she thinks she’s completly fine fine fine. That is, until she is practically forced to interact with a coworker after work. While walking home, Raymond and Eleaonr see an elderly gentleman fall and help him to the hospital and Eleanor, for the first time ever, finds herself connected to something. Raymond takes on the role of friend – her first – and opens up her world. It’s beautiful to watch.
Yes, by the [very] end of the novel you learn what exactly happened to Eleanor that damaged her so profoundly, but this is not a thriller. It’s not about solving the mystery of Eleanor’s past; it’s about watching her future unfold.
5 out of 5 stars.