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Gone Girl - Gillian Flynn (7*)

Title: Gone Girl
Auteur: Gillian Flynn
ISBN: 9780753827666
© 2012 Gillian Flynn








Who are you?
What have we done to each other?

These are questions Nick Dunne finds himself asking on the morning of his fifth anniversary, when his wife Amy suddenly disappears. The police suspect Nick. Amy's friends reveal that she was afraid of him, that she kept secrets from him. He swears it isn't true. A police examination of his computer shows strange researches. He says they weren't made by him. And then there are the persistent calls on his mobile phone.

So what did happen to Nick's beautiful wife?



It has been quite a while ago that I've read this book, so I can't write a detailed review any more. It took me a long time to finish it, mostly because it took me a long time to read the first few chapters. It has nothing to do with it not being well written or anything like that, I just couldn't get into the story. I've not watched the film yet, I first wanted to read the book as not to spoil the uncertainty of how the story will end. But during the book, even before it really becomes clear, I already knew in what direction the events would unfold.

Funny thing about this story is that both lead-characters, Nick & Amy) are not likeable at all, just one is less likeable than the other. Nick's father is a man I feel sorry for, despite him being the least likeable of the whole bunch. The character I could most relate to was Nick's twin-sister, Go. She's really likeable ánd cynical, a combination I find very attractive. All main characters are well-described, round characters.  

The events unfolding are well thought out and the suspense is kept up along the chapters, during the middle of the book even intensifying despite the fact I already kind of knew how it would end. Amy really is a psychopathic bitch and Nick a sorry-ass cheater. Both pure poison to each-other. The only real surprise for me was that at the end nobody dies. I really expected one to kill the other, but on the contrary, they each do not let go of the other. I liked the choice of using  chapters from Nick's viewpoint and other's from Amy's. They really give a perfect view into the minds of those two characters determined not to let the other one win.

Overall I found this book a nice thriller to read. Not exceptionally captivating, but a good one to keep reading after my initial slow start.

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