Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine

Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine

by Gail Honeyman

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A Reese Witherspoon Book Club Pick

“Beautifully written and incredibly funny, Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine is about the importance of friendship and human connection. I fell in love with Eleanor, an eccentric and regimented loner whose life beautifully unfolds after a chance encounter with a stranger; I think you will fall in love, too!” —Reese Witherspoon

No one’s ever told Eleanor that life should be better than fine. 

Meet Eleanor Oliphant: She struggles with appropriate social skills and tends to say exactly what she’s thinking. Nothing is missing in her carefully timetabled life of avoiding social interactions, where weekends are punctuated by frozen pizza, vodka, and phone chats with Mummy. 

But everything changes when Eleanor meets Raymond, the bumbling and deeply unhygienic IT guy from her office. When she and Raymond together save Sammy, an elderly gentleman who has fallen on the sidewalk, the three become the kinds of friends who rescue one another from the lives of isolation they have each been living. And it is Raymond’s big heart that will ultimately help Eleanor find the way to repair her own profoundly damaged one.

Soon to be a major motion picture produced by Reese Witherspoon, Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine is the smart, warm, and uplifting story of an out-of-the-ordinary heroine whose deadpan weirdness and unconscious wit make for an irresistible journey as she realizes. . .
The only way to survive is to open your heart. 

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780735220706
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 05/09/2017
Sold by: Penguin Group
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 336
Sales rank: 205
File size: 1 MB

About the Author

Gail Honeyman is a graduate of the universities of Glasgow and Oxford. Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine was short-listed for the Lucy Cavendish Fiction Prize as a work in progress and is Honeyman’s debut novel. She lives in Glasgow, Scotland.

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***This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected copy proof***

Copyright © 2017 Gail Honeyman

When people ask me what I do—taxi drivers, hairdressers—I tell them I work in an office. In almost eight years, no one’s ever asked what kind of office, or what sort of job I do there. I can’t decide whether that’s because I fit perfectly with their idea of what an office worker looks like, or whether people hear the phrase work in an office and automatically fill in the blanks themselves—lady doing photocopying, man tapping at a keyboard. I’m not complaining. I’m delighted that I don’t have to get into the fascinating intricacies of accounts receivable with them. When I first started working here, whenever anyone asked, I told them that I worked for a graphic design company, but then they assumed I was a creative type. It became a bit boring to see their faces blank over when I explained that it was back office stuff, that I didn’t get to use the fine‑tipped pens and the fancy software.

I’m nearly thirty years old now and I’ve been working here since I was twenty‑one. Bob, the owner, took me on not long after the office opened. I suppose he felt sorry for me. I had a degree in Classics and no work experience to speak of, and I turned up for the interview with a black eye, a couple of missing teeth and a broken arm. Maybe he sensed, back then, that I would never aspire to anything more than a poorly paid office job, that I would be content to stay with the company and save him the bother of ever having to recruit a replacement. Perhaps he could also tell that I’d never need to take time off to go on honeymoon, or request maternity leave. I don’t know.

It's definitely a two-tier system in the office; the creatives are the film stars, the rest of us merely supporting artists. You can tell by looking at us which category we fall into. To be fair, part of that is salary­ elated. The back office staff get paid a pittance, and so we can't af­ford much in the way of sharp haircuts and nerdy glasses. Clothes, music, gadgets-although the designers are desperate to be seen as freethinkers with unique ideas, they all adhere to a strict uniform.

Graphic design is of no interest to me. I'm a finance clerk. I could be issuing invoices for anything, really; armaments, Rohypnol, co­conuts.

From Monday to Friday, I come in at 8.30. I take an hour for lunch. I used to bring in my own sandwiches, but the food at home always went off before I could use it up, so now I get something from the high street. I always finish with a trip to Marks & Spencer on a Friday, which rounds off the week nicely. I sit in the staffroom with my sandwich and I read the newspaper from cover to cover, and then do the crosswords. I take the Daily Telegraph, not because I like it particularly, but because it has the best cryptic crossword. I don't talk to anyone–by the time I've bought my meal deal, read the paper and finished both crosswords, the hour is almost up. I go back to my desk and work till 5.30. The bus home takes half an hour.

I make supper and eat it while I listen to the Archers. I usually have pasta with pesto and salad–one pan and one plate. My childhood was full of culinary contradiction, and I've dined on both hand-dived scallops and boil-in-the-bag cod over the years. After much reflection on the political and sociological aspects of the table, I have realized that I am completely uninterested in food. My preference is for fodder hat is cheap, quick and simple to procure and prepare, whilst provid­ing the requisite nutrients to enable a person to stay alive.

After I've washed up, I read a book, or sometimes I watch televi­sion if there's a program the Telegraph has recommended that day. I usually (well, always) talk to Mummy on a Wednesday evening for ten minutes or so. I go to bed around ten, read for half an hour and then put the light out. I don’t have trouble sleeping, as a rule.

On Fridays, I don’t get the bus straight after work but instead I go to the Tesco Metro around the corner from the office and buy a margherita pizza, some Chianti and two big bottles of Glen’s vodka. When I get home, I eat the pizza and drink the wine. I have some vodka afterward. I don’t need much on a Friday, just a few big swigs. I usually wake up on the sofa around 3 a.m., and I stumble off to bed. I drink the rest of the vodka over the weekend, spread it throughout both days so that I’m neither drunk nor sober. Monday takes a long time to come around.

My phone doesn’t ring often—it makes me jump when it does—and it’s usually people asking if I’ve been mis‑sold Payment Protection Insurance. I whisper I know where you live to them, and hang up the phone very, very gently. No one’s been in my flat this year apart from service professionals; I’ve not voluntarily invited another human being across the threshold, except to read the meter. You’d think that would be impossible, wouldn’t you? It’s true, though. I do exist, don’t I? It often feels as if I’m not here, that I’m a figment of my own imagination. 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. A strong gust of wind could dislodge me completely, and I’d lift off and blow away, like one of those seeds in a dandelion clock.

The threads tighten slightly from Monday to Friday. People phone the office to discuss credit lines, send me emails about contracts and estimates. The employees I share an office with—Janey, Loretta, Bernadette and Billy—would notice if I didn’t turn up. After a few days (I’ve often wondered how many) they would worry that I hadn’t phoned in sick—so unlike me—and they’d dig out my address from the personnel files. I suppose they’d call the police in the end, wouldn’t they? Would the officers break down the front door? Find me, covering their faces, gagging at the smell? That would give them something to talk about in the office. They hate me, but they don't actually wish me dead. I don't think so, anyway.


I went to the doctor yesterday. It feels like eons ago. I got the young doctor this time, the pale chap with the red hair, which I was pleased about. The younger they are, the more recent their training, and that can only be a good thing. I hate it when I get old Dr. Wilson; she's about sixty, and I can't imagine she knows much about the latest drugs and medical breakthroughs. She can barely work the computer.

The doctor was doing that thing where they talk to you but don't look at you, reading my notes on the screen, hitting the return key with increasing ferocity as he scrolled down.

"What can I do for you this time, Miss Oliphant?"

"It's back pain, Doctor," I told him. "I've been in agony." He still didn't look at me.

"How long have you been experiencing this?" he said.

"A couple of weeks," I told him.

He nodded.

"I think I know what's causing it," I said, "but I wanted to get your opinion."

He stopped reading, finally looked across at me.

"What is it that you think is causing your back pain, Miss Oliphant?"

"I think it's my breasts, Doctor," I told him.

"Your breasts?"

"Yes," I said. "You see, I've weighed them, and they're almost half a stone-combined weight, that is, not each!" I laughed. He stared at me, not laughing. "That's a lot of weight to carry around, isn't it?" I asked him. "I mean, if I were to strap half a stone of additional flesh to your chest and force you to walk around all day like that, your back would hurt too, wouldn't it?"

He stared at me, then cleared his throat.

Reading Group Guide

1. Knowing the truth about Eleanor’s family, look back through the book to revisit her exchanges with her mother. Did you see what was ahead? How did Honeyman lay the groundwork for the final plot twist?

2. What are the different ways that the novel’s title could be interpreted? What do you think happens to Eleanor after the book ends?

3. Eleanor says, “These days, loneliness is the new cancer—a shameful, embarrassing thing, brought upon yourself in some obscure way. A fearful, incurable thing, so horrifying that you dare not mention it; other people don’t want to hear the word spoken aloud for fear that they might too be afflicted” (p. 227). Do you agree?

4. What does Raymond find appealing about Eleanor? And why does Eleanor feel comfortable opening up to Raymond?

5. Eleanor is one of the most unusual protagonists in recent fiction, and some of her opinions and actions are very funny. What were your favorite moments in the novel?

6. "Did men ever look in the mirror, I wondered, and find themselves wanting in deeply fundamental ways? When they opened a newspaper or watched a film, were they presented with nothing but exceptionally handsome young men, and did this make them feel intimidated, inferior, because they were not as young, not as handsome?” (p. 74). Eleanor’s question is rhetorical and slightly tongue-in-cheek, but worth answering. What are your thoughts? If men don’t have this experience, why not? If they do, why is it not more openly discussed?

7. Eleanor is frightened that she may become like her mother. Is this a reasonable fear? What is the balance of nature and nurture?

8. Is it possible to emerge from a traumatic childhood unscathed?

9. Eleanor says, “If someone asks you how you are, you are meant to say FINE. You are not meant to say that you cried yourself to sleep last night because you hadn’t spoken to another person for two consecutive days. FINE is what you say” (p. 226–227). Why is this the case?

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Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine: A Novel 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 189 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I didn't want to put this one down!! I love Eleanor and while her back story is heart wrenching, I wanted to learn her honest, logical appraisal of everythung. I hope she gets on in life and I really hope we all hear about it soon, HINT, HINT!!! Read this book it's funny, sad and relatable. Your story may not be as horrible, but you will feel bits of your self in these pages and you will feel stronger because of Eleanor's strength.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I didn't want the story to end. I laughed and I cried.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I could not put this book down - just had to find out how Eleanor would make out!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
One of the best books I've ever read. Absolutely perfect!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I did not want the book to end. It is well written and the author created characters that need to have additional books written about them. Just an outstanding read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wonderful debut novel, funny and sad and a bit crazy too. A little hard to follow if you're American, but it did not detract from the story at all.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Eleanor Oliphant is one of my favorite books this year. A character you will come to love.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is beautifully written and kept me reading till the very last page.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Story and characters so well put together , Eleanor way of s peaking fascinating , wonderful story , highly recommend it
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman May 2017 Fiction Miss Eleanor Oliphant is 30 years old living an extremely structured life since graduating from University with a degree in Classics. She has worked as a finance clerk for Bob, the owner, since she was 21 years old. Although she has experienced a lot of trauma in her childhood moving from foster homes frequently. Aside from her weekly phone calls on Wednesday nights with her narcissistic, manipulative mother, Eleanor feels that everything is fine. Her mother serves up weekly condescending and cruel insults. Eleanor manages to cope with her difficult past by suppressing the memories and keeping her routine. She is aware that her outward appearance draws unwanted attention since the accident. Slowly, Eleanor discovers a reason to venture outside her comfort zone...a crush on a local musician. She also makes an unlikely connection with a coworker when they happen upon an elderly man in medical distress on the sidewalk. They continue to check on Sam and gradually become involved with his family. The trio are an unlikely match but their connection is endearing. What I enjoyed most this book was the manner in which Eleanor Oliphant expressed herself. She is well spoken and articulate often using "flowery" language reminiscent of her strict, proper childhood. I love the manner in which she navigates her way to a more "normal" life. Through the ups and downs of her experiences she realizes she is stronger and braver than she ever knew. Her life does not need to be defined by her past. Such a delightful character that will have you cheering for her and laughing at her faux pas. She is a testament that good can come from bad.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Thought provoking . Humorous, and disturbing .
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved the book from beginning to end. Very well written.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Totally engaging. Very clever.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
My review must be taken with a grain of salt - It's been a while since I sat down and read the book but I did so knowing that it was highly praised and even on Reese Witherspoon's recommendation list. With the praise this book received, I expected something earth shattering and received something bland instead. The rating of poor comes more from being let down than the writing actually being sub par but if this book is supposed to change the way we see the world then it should've been better than what it was. I know that I am supposed to feel for Elanore, that I am supposed to find the calloused bits of her in myself and see that healing through others is possible and could lead to amazing results. But she comes off as callous and foreign, detached from human emotion by such a strong force that I don't feel connected to her at all. Reading the beginning section, I know the point is to view Elanore as our hero, where our heart strings tug, and feel that every outsider looking in needs a lesson in kid gloves. Did I miss a crucial passage when reading? Am I not supposed to feel connected to Elanore and agree that it's the world that is wrong and not her? There was never a point in the book that I felt like I was rooting for an underdog. I didn't want Elanore to find out that putting in effort with makeup made the world kinder if it didn't do anything for her. I didn't want her to feel like interacting with others was a necessary evil if it didn't ring true. All of the "healing" that took place felt rushed and staged. Maybe it had been more drawn out, had given me time to feel for her plight and cheer her on when she found a pair of non-sensible shoes to wear. But instead it felt like the editor was heavy handed and got rid of the bulk of the story that would've made it believable. All in all, this book did nothing for me. A quick airplane read that left me wishing I hadn't spent the money on a physical copy.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
When I was about halfway through the book, I was convinced that there was no point of the story. Like it never built a plot that reached a climax of any kind. I read what other people had said about it and it made me worry that I was missing something good. It turns out that I was right the first time.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good book but Eleanor was so weird in the beginning of book it was not believable at all.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is not my usual read however once I got past the British etiquette of the writing, I found myself increasingly being drawn into this novel and its characters, chapter by chapter. Eleanor Oliphant is quite a unique character although very real and honest; almost child-like. The reader will see how Eleanor develops into herself throughout the story. This is how you, the reader, will slowly, unnoticeably, come to care for Eleanor (as well as Raymond and other characters). Her life holds many secrets that gradually unfold which make the reader hang on until the end. This book is to be absorbed and savored!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A truly moving story about life and death and the sorrows some have to live through.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Eleanor certainly has depth in her character and it was nice to see those facets displayed throughout the story. Unfortunately, the story’s plot was extremely underwhelming.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Sad & heartwarming. You will enjoy this wonderful book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Funny, sad and you are very drawn to the characters!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Truly enjoyed!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Must read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It’s been a while since I’ve read a book that made me laugh so much and made me cry so much. This was also one of those books that made me hear the narrator’s voice in my head as I read. Eleanor‘s confusion over everyday, simple things that the rest of us take for granted was entirely endearing. The author made me truly believe that Eleanor Oliaphant is going to be perfectly fine
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A fuuny, sad, strange story. I loved reading it.