After the utter distaste reading “The Receptionist” left in my mouth (which I blogged about here), I desperately needed to follow it with something good. Something with depth.
From the first chapter, written from the perspective of husband Nick as he finds his wife, Amy, is missing on their fifth anniversary, “Gone Girl” sucks you into this world of the fallen-into-genteel-poverty former New Yorkers. Chapters alternate between Nick’s and Amy’s perspectives; hers is, at first, through old entries in her journal.
“Gone Girl” takes you on Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride of emotions on the search for Amy as Nick slowly uncovers clues to her annual “Anniversary Scavenger Hunt,” which she always put on to celebrate their past year in love. As the reader, I was admittedly jealous of the fabulous New York life Amy described in her journal, until the recession hit, and they needed to move back to his hometown in Missouri.
As Nick’s character – or lack thereof – developed through the book, I came to actually loathe him, as his passages of handling Amy’s disappearance were the antithesis of Amy’s in-love tales.
Seriously, haven’t we all been in past relationships where we loved the other a little (or a lot) more than they loved us? So these passages are all so very relatable.
So I sat there flipping page after page, unable to read fast enough to answer all the questions swirling in my mind, until the bottom drops out, and the story completely changes. I mean, boom goes the dynamite – and now, I really couldn’t read fast enough to see how it all played out.
Well, I won’t spoil the punchline, but Flynn plays out “Gone Girl” beautifully. It is worth all the accolades it’s been getting, and I have no doubt that it’ll top many “Best of” lists come December – and it’s the frontrunner on mine.