I wanted to like the book. The reviews were good, it sounded like the perfect read.
I hated the husband character. Immediately. And I guessed the plot almost as quickly - it felt like a leftover episode of Law and Order. The wife appeared. I hated her, too. Spoiler alert - husband and wife turn out to be unreliable narrators. Not one of my favorite literary devices. And the ending - no spoiler alert here - let's just say I loathed it. Threw-the-book-across-the-room loathed it. Talked to a friend about the book and he said, "Yeah, it was okay. But the ending sucked."
Another friend told me she didn't like Gone Girl either, but I should read Gillian Flynn's first novel, Sharp Objects. I was dubious, but gave Sharp Objects a try. And to my surprise, I enjoyed it. A lot. Camille Preaker, the main character, is flawed and fascinating. There's darkness and edginess and unpredictability throughout the book and I couldn't wait to finish it.
Will I see the movie version of Gone Girl? No. Sharp Objects is being done as a TV series. I'll wait for that, thanks.
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