I’ve always been a reader, and this year I’ve read more good books than I can even count. But the one that really got me was Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn.
Are you sick of hearing about this book yet? Because I just can’t stop talking about it. I’m a slow reader (it takes me a week to read a book it takes others just an evening to get through) but I devoured this book in three nights.
One of my absolute worse fears, and a reoccurring nightmare of mine, is having something happen to me or witnessing a sequence of events and not being able to explain it to the police. Or worse yet, being able to explain it but not having anyone believe me. It’s kind of like that dream where you have to run from someone, you need to run, but you can’t. Your legs won’t move or you’re stuck in sand and the frustration keeps building.
And that’s pretty much what the entire book was about. My anxiety was through the roof for those three days that it took to finish the book.
A missing pseud-celebrity wife. A series of anniversary clues that seem sweet on the surface. A husband who, while not exactly innocent, didn’t commit the crime he’s suspected of. And an ending that (spoiler? maybe?) keeps everyone trapped right where they are.
After all that buildup and anxiety, the ending was a letdown, but not in a way that disappoints or leaves anything unanswered. I actually don’t think I could imagine a better ending. It all goes back to my dream of not being able to explain the truth and have someone believe it and it’s frustrating in the best way possible (for a book of fiction, at least).
Have you read it? What did you think? How long until it’s made into a movie? (I picture Amy as a young Cate Blanchett.)Bookworm