Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn
Reporter Camille Preaker gets a troubling assignment to cover the murders of two preteen girls in her hometown. For years, she has hardly spoken to her neurotic, hypochondriac mother or to the half-sister she barely knows. Back at home, Camille finds herself identifying with the young victims. She must unravel the psychological puzzle of her own past if she wants to get the story—and survive this homecoming.
This was my third Gillian Flynn book. And for a third time, I was shocked at just how messed up her characters are. (It almost makes you wonder how a normal person could invent such abnormal and, frankly, disturbed people.) But that’s what Flynn does best: Incredibly flawed characters, shocking twists, and really f’ed-up events. This was a very good book… And by good, I mean, a page turner with a riveting plot and compelling characters—not good, as in pure and clean. Once again, I am left feeling slightly uneasy and not entirely satisfied with the ending. But I suppose that’s what makes Flynn a good writer: Life is messy, and, like this book, it’s not always tied up with a neat little bow.
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