Gone Girl – A Review of Sorts
A while back when I mentioned I was about to start the widely acclaimed Gillian Flynn novel “Gone Girl” a reader here asked me to share a review once I was done. I told her I would have to see what I thought of it first…
I have trouble committing, can you tell?
Anyhow, now I am done (and that says a lot because I get about 4.5 minutes per day to read in quiet, so it takes me eons to finish a novel). And I am glad I didn’t promise a review.
Because I hate to be a hater.
Now in all fairness, I didn’t hate it. In fact, I enjoyed a big part of it. I tend to appreciate books set in modern times, the characters were easy to follow, realistic and interesting. The plot line had just enough twists and turns to keep me compelled.
But then there was the ending. I actually thought my Kindle was malfunctioning and had lost the last two chapters or something. I clicked next page and previous page back and forth furiously trying to find the real ending but it turned out…this was it.
I actually sat up in bed and said “What the fuck” aloud. I felt a little robbed, a little cheated, a little concerned that maybe I was a big old flake and this was just too over my head to comprehend. But then I took to Twitter (obviously) and it turned out I was not the only one left feeling this way.
So I will spare you a detailed review. I think Ms. Flynn is a great writer and storyteller and I will probably consider reading another one of her books one day.
Her editor, on the other hand, owes me a drink.