Gone Girl

I was a late comer to the book – I started grad school when everyone’s book club was reading it.  Seriously – people who weren’t in book clubs were suddenly in book clubs to read this book.  A year later I’m done with school and go to read the book.  About 25 pages in I realized I have absolutely no idea what the book is about.  I stayed away from anything that might be a spoiler, and by accident managed to miss any synopsis of it, including ignoring the book jacket.


Here is my general opinion: If you still have not read this book – buy it, find it at the library, download it, borrow my copy.  Read it!

Want a broader look?  It’s about life at the lowest and highest points, recession struck towns, marriage, Gen X swapping the role of parent and child with their parents, lies, deceit and Midwest stereotypes.  A lot of Midwest stereotypes.  (Many of which on further contemplation I realized were actually true as well. We like our casseroles.)

I spent a good amount of time really trying to like the two main leads, before I finally gave up.  I hit a point and realized I didn’t like either of them.  I’d prefer not to have them as friends or neighbors. There are actually very few characters I did like.  Think I’m trying to talk you out of reading it? Nope.  Because the story sucks you in.  It is a great mystery, and as the mystery is reveled, and later begins to be found out, you have to keep reading to find out what is happening.  I’m interested in reading other Gillian Flynn books now, simply because this was so well written and was such a page turner.

In case you  need more enticement:

Gillian Flynn’s ice-pick-sharp “Gone Girl” begins far too innocently by explaining how Nick and Amy Dunne celebrated their fifth wedding anniversary. Amy got up and started making crepes. Nick came into the kitchen, appreciating his wife’s effort but wondering why Amy was humming the theme song from “M*A*S*H.” You know, that “suicide is painless” thing.

 ‘Well, hello, handsome,’ Amy says to her husband. ‘Bile and dread inched up my throat,’ Nick recalls, although Ms. Flynn’s spectacularly sneaky novel does not explain that, not right away.”

– Janet Maslin in the New York Times

The best synopsis I found was in the Chicago Tribune:

“The beautiful and clever Amy and her journalist-turned-bar owner husband, Nick, are five years into a marriage that, to put it mildly, hasn’t gone as planned. Cut loose from their New York magazine jobs, forced to dig deep into Amy’s trust fund to bail out her fiscally hapless parents, hit with news that Nick’s mom is fatally ill, they swap their Brooklyn brownstone for a rented McMansion in Nick’s recession-busted Mississippi River hometown of Carthage, Mo.”

In closing, I passed a woman walking down the street the other day reading it.  Literally, walking down the sidewalk, carry the open hard cover book, reading.  If you want something you won’t be able to put down – this will do!

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