If you only read this first sentence, trigger warning for abuse. We're about to get a little bit Fight Club, a little bit Little Fires Everywhere.
Honeyman treads a delicate line between the horrific and the uplifting, allowing for the latter to prevail. What's more, she lands her shocking reveals with a bang. Yes, there are breadcrumbs hinting at some traumatic event in Eleanor's past, but not the handbrake turns of Mummy or Marianne. Cathleen McCarron is awesome as the spectacularly vile Mummy, to the point of chills and goosebumps.
By contrast, Raymond is the embodiment of human kindness and Eleanor's introduction to friendship. I loved the purity of her discovery of loyalty and love. It's this that outshines the horror.