Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine
This book was bracing. Eleanor Oliphant is isolated. She works in the same office she's worked at ever since she finished college, managing accounts. It's not particularly exciting, nor does it pay all that well. But Eleanor is suited to it and doesn't seem to want for much. She's not looking for more, at any rate. Every day at lunch she eats the same thing while doing a crossword puzzle. After work she goes home and eats the same dinner. On Friday she treats herself to a pizza. Then she starts drinking vodka and doesn't stop until the weekend is over. She claims that she's fine. This is exactly how my depression manifests, and seeing it in print was both comforting and hard to read. Especially since I was somewhat recently in danger of falling back under. But I have something Eleanor doesn't have at the beginning of the book: a support system. I have people who notice when I'm starting to slip, people I listen to. And I now have a wealth of healthy ...