Ever since I’ve first seen Gone Girl, I promised myself that I’m going to read at least one book written by Gillian Flynn and then I sort of forgot about it and read other stuff.
At first, I it didn’t impress me much. I thought it’s just another story about a disturbed, lonely, alcoholic woman and I had plenty of these during the past year or so. The only reason I didn’t put this book on my ‘Didn’t Finish’ shelf was because it was written by Gillian Flynn and I had a strong belief she can write a stunning thriller.
The story isn’t told from a perspective of a typical sleuth which you would expect in a thriller. Instead of a flat detective we are introduced to a 30-year-old journalist called Camille who had a disturbed life and during the first third of the book we learn more about her and her family life than about the case she was sent to report; or do we?
She was sent to her hometown to write a story about two girls who have been murdered by a potential serial killer. While back, she recalls her darkest memories, but she also isn’t spared from present family affairs.
By the moment when I usually decide whether I’ll put a book down, I had too many unanswered questions, and I just wanted to know what will happen next and who the hell did those horrible things, which is exactly what you want from a mystery thriller.
The book climax knocked me down. I wasn’t expecting something like that at all, not after I marked the actual murderer as a red herring and the potential victim.
At the end, If you still haven’t read this book, I would recommend doing so, especially if you also haven’t seen the TV show starring Amy Adams.
It’s an exciting thriller worth your time.