Except she isn’t.
She’s far from fine.
She’s turned 30.
She has a massive scar from her temple to her chin.
She has an abusive mother.
Together, with an unlikely friend, Raymond, Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine is a journey of discovery to unlock a hidden, sinister past.
I found it utterly compelling and read it in three sittings. Eleanor Oliphant is such a well-crafted and complex character. She’s funny, she’s intelligent and she’s to the point!
Her story is told with humour and heartbreak. (Yes, I even blubbed at the end.)
I can’t recommend it highly enough.
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This is part of a mood board I’ve created on Pinterest to help me with my second novel, Peripheral Vision. (Working title.)
Before I show you the shots, (and hopefully get you in the mood), here’s the synopsis:
After being blinded in one eye by his abusive father, Peripheral Vision tells the story of 8-year-old Danny Kane growing up in 1970s northern England. His violent upbringing results in his descent into a life of drugs and crime. As he reaches adulthood he realises that the only way out of his spiralling slide into perdition is to find the one thing that he treasured most – his childhood friend, Sally, who was taken to Ireland after the death of her mother. Can the search for his long-lost love lead to Danny’s redemption?
Aawwww, that’s so lovely. Too schmaltzy? (Just wait ’til I do one on ‘family’.)
You didn’t think I’d go through the whole year without doffing my cap to my pals, did you? Don’t worry, I’ll keep it brief and relatively schmaltz free.
Where would we be without the people who actually choose to be with us – for us? Whether we see them once a week or once a decade.
Friends have stood by me through thick and thin.
And believe me when I say there have been quite a few trials and tribulations over the years that would cause many a friend to give up on me, head for the Hole in the Wall, and befriend someone else, like… Genghis Khan. (And some, quite understandably, have.)
But, more importantly, most haven’t.
You kept me upright. On my feet. Wouldn’t let me fall, or give in.
For that, I am thankful, and very, very grateful. But it’s still your round.