First SENTENCE: “I have a meanness inside of me, real as an organ.”
What’s it ABOUT: A young woman who survived her family’s massacre almost 25 years prior decides to open up her memories and help investigate what really happened. She hasn’t wanted to think about any of it for a long, long time. But damn it – she needs the money. And the crime clubbers are offering to refill the empty coffers. She doesn’t work (can’t work, won’t work, what’s the difference) and she has spent the horde of cash she collected from the do-gooders who supplied it back when she was a sad poor cute victim survivor. She ain’t cute anymore.
“I signed my book for mouth-breathing kids who asked me jarring questions, like did my mom cook pies.”
Characters are lacking in much one might find admirable and yet we do somehow sympathize. Pacing is spot on, tension is physical, belief is suspended and disregarded. It’s dark inside these pages but don’t turn on the light cuz some scary too-many-legged thing might crawl out and I don’t want to see that.
Another wild ride in the Flynn mind amusement park. Not quite as wild as Gone Girl but still a thrill.
Stephen King is in the opening credits page of praise:
” Gillian Flynn is the real deal, a sharp, acerbic, and compelling storyteller with knack for the macabre.”
Thank you MBR for loaning me this book.