Gone Girl Gillian Flynn Book Review
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?
Gone Girl Gillian Flynn book review
I’ve read “Gone Girl” before the movie came out, I always meant to read it so I finally ordered it hoping it won’t be another disappointed that usually happens when books become hyped. I was so wrong “Gone Girl” is disturbing one of the few stories that shocked me, so much, that I couldn’t believe it once I finish it. I couldn’t get over it and I still can’t.
Gone Girl is a story is about Amy and Nick a beautiful couple after their fifth wedding anniversary she disappears and the police begin to suspect Nick. Amy’s friend tells the police his wife was afraid of him. Nick swears it isn’t true. The book is told by Nick’s point of view, Amy’s diary entries and than the real Amy this is when shit starts to get creepy. This is a woman you don’t want to cross. Some say that Amy’s character is a villain she is but when she begins her monologue I found myself nodding and agree with her because what she says is so true.
Here is the famous quote from the book which was shorten in the movie.
“Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl. Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl. For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see men — friends, coworkers, strangers — giddy over these awful pretender women, and I’d want to sit these men down and calmly say: You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched too many movies written by socially awkward men who’d like to believe that this kind of woman exists and might kiss them.”