I feel like there's a new sub-genre of fiction that is built around quirky curmudgeons who have awkward social skills (eg. A Man Called Ove, Britt Marie Was Here, Don't Let Me Go, etc.) and while there might be a gem in the pack (Ove?) it is starting to feel a bit formulaic. There were aspects of Eleanor Oliphant that I enjoyed, so had it been my first foray into this type of book, I probably would've given it four stars. Alas, apparently I'm as stingy and judgmental as Miss Oliphant.