Gone Girl


First of all, I love the word psycho. Second of all, I love this BOOK. Before you start reading this, you should know that Gone Girl is absolutely terrifying (another one of my favorite words, but I’m actually using it appropriately for once). Not terrifying in the way that dumb scary movies make you jump. Scary in the way that you get the same feeling from reading it that you (…or I) do watching a Criminal Minds episode alone, at night, in the suburbs. It is uncomfortably creepy, perhaps because the characters are constructed so beautifully. The book is broken into three parts with a narrative that alternates between Nick Dunne, an average guy who wants to be likable, and Amy Elliott Dunne, his wife and the inspiration behind the character aptly named Amazing Amy in her parents’ educational book series. On the morning of their fifth anniversary, Amy disappears. The tiny town of North Carthage, Missouri goes into uproar as Nick struggles to complete the traditional treasure hunt his wife set up for him in the days before her disappearance while maintaining his cool guy persona in front of the country determined to label him a killer.

What I love about this book is the deceptive narratives. We never know if everything Amy and Nick say is entirely true because they are both totally unreliable and a little bit unstable. Even more amazing is Gillian Flynn’s gorgeous language. Her descriptions are so detailed and sensory and unlike anything I’ve heard before. Ahhh, I don’t want to do spoilers, but you have to read it. Even if you don’t love thrillers, you won’t be able to put this one down.



Author: Rachael

Book lover + editor, feminist, California soul + New York state of mind.

4 thoughts on “Gone Girl

  1. So funny that you just posted this review, because I have been dying to read this book! Especially after last night’s debacle of finishing the 2nd book of a trilogy to then realize I never read the first. Ugh. Gone Girl here I come.

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