I suppose it took me a while to get used to the fact that the title of this book is a bit misleading. Olive is little more than a bit-player in many of the stories that make up the chapters of this book.
Whether it’s a film or a book or whatever, our expectations going in often play a large part in determining how we receive a piece of art.
Go to see a film with high expectations and you’re often disappointed; whereas go with little or no preconceptions and films can surprise you and seem to extend far beyond their expected levels of achievement.
At first, the novel’s failure to match the expectations raised in me by the title, were a frustration, but by the end it had beguiled me.