Book Review: Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn

 

Blurb (from Goodreads):

On a warm summer morning in North Carthage, Missouri, it is Nick and Amy Dunne’s fifth wedding anniversary. Presents are being wrapped and reservations are being made when Nick’s clever and beautiful wife disappears. Husband-of-the-Year Nick isn’t doing himself any favors with cringe-worthy daydreams about the slope and shape of his wife’s head, but passages from Amy’s diary reveal the alpha-girl perfectionist could have put anyone dangerously on edge. Under mounting pressure from the police and the media—as well as Amy’s fiercely doting parents—the town golden boy parades an endless series of lies, deceits, and inappropriate behavior. Nick is oddly evasive, and he’s definitely bitter—but is he really a killer?

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Review:

This was the first book by Gillian Flynn that I bought (although I do have two copies – one print, one e-book). I bought it before the film and hype, but have only just got around to reading it. I will say now that while it was a good read, the ending left me going “huh?”
The book is split into three parts – the build-up, the truth, the ending. I got what had actually happened to Amy right from the word go, saw it coming mile off. I did think it was clever though, and a lot of thought has gone into the plot. There are quite a few twists and turns thrown in, keeping the reader hooked. However, I didn’t feel like I could completely connect with any of the characters. I didn’t like either Amy or Nick, but as it turns out that was possibly what the author wanted – it certainly helps to accept the ending if you are unsympathetic towards them.

And then there is the ending. I didn’t see it coming at all, although I probably should have. It was a bit blah, and I had to re-read the last chapter to make sure I hadn’t missed something. However it makes sense to the storyline.

I would recommend this book to anyone who likes a good mystery but isn’t fussed by HEAs. I wouldn’t call this book a thriller or a chiller, but it certainly hits the psychological description. It’s almost a tragic, f’ed-up romance, but without the love.

Four stars, because it’s well-written and kept me hooked but left me feeling a bit confused.

You’re a Romance Writer – Suck It Up!

For the past year or so I’ve been telling myself “I’ve not found my genre”. I’ve dabbled at crime, paranormal, psychological, and whatever the hell this newest attempt at writing is. None of which get past a chapter or two. 3,000 words is usually the max, although “Murder at Meadowview” did reach 45,000 (ish). Still, it’s not a full-length novel. Then I read FSOG. And tried romance. And since then I’ve written three full length romance novels. Contemporary, erotic, provocative, whatever the sub-genre is, they are all romance. SEVEN DIRTY WORDS was the first to be published, and its sequel, FOUR LETTER WORDS, is currently under submission. Does this make me a romance author? Possibly… But no! I didn’t want to fall into that category! Romance authors are slushy, and frothy, and cheesy aren’t they? Think “romance” and you think flowers and hearts. I am not a flowers and hearts kind of girl! Okay, so let’s say it was an experiment and “I’ve not found my genre”.

Today’s mission is to complete my entry for the Yeovil Prize. I need 15,000 words. And I am not writing a romance story for it. I want something hard hitting, gritty, raw!! Dystopian.  Let’s try that.  Ooh chapter five! I’m getting there… Aww nah… It’s (insert expletive). Okay, how about a psychological thriller? Chapter one… Hang on – that’s a sex scene! Okay, so it can be psychological thriller with sex in it. And murder! Yeah, we love a bit of murder!  Chapter two… (insert expletive). Paranormal. I’ve got one somewhere – its on chapter two already. And I’m coming up with blanks. (Insert expletive??) Fine. Let’s have another look at “A Siren’s Call”. What the hell is that?! Yeah you get the picture.

On my pendrive, which now needs replacing its been bashed about so much, there are several beginnings, and I’ve decided to mish-mash three of them together. Let’s see what happens – oh look. It’s a romance.

“You’re a romance writer – suck it up,” screams my brain.

So I guess I have found my genre after all.