by Gillian Flynn
Psychological Thriller; Fiction
“WICKED above her hipbone, GIRL across her heart
Words are like a road map to reporter Camille Preaker’s troubled past. Fresh from a brief stay at a psych hospital, Camille’s first assignment from the second-rate daily paper where she works brings her reluctantly back to her hometown to cover the murders of two preteen girls.
NASTY on her kneecap, BABYDOLL on her leg
Since she left town eight years ago, Camille has hardly spoken to her neurotic, hypochondriac mother or to the half-sister she barely knows: a beautiful thirteen-year-old with an eerie grip on the town. Now, installed again in her family’s Victorian mansion, Camille is haunted by the childhood tragedy she has spent her whole life trying to cut from her memory.
HARMFUL on her wrist, WHORE on her ankle
As Camille works to uncover the truth about these violent crimes, she finds herself identifying with the young victims—a bit too strongly. Clues keep leading to dead ends, forcing Camille to unravel the psychological puzzle of her own past to get at the story. Dogged by her own demons, Camille will have to confront what happened to her years before if she wants to survive this homecoming.
With its taut, crafted writing, Sharp Objects is addictive, haunting, and unforgettable.” — Goodreads
4/24/2015: I actually started reading this on the 14th. I bought it awhile ago and don’t remember why exactly… other than the whole, y’know, murder mystery intrigue. I’ve heard good things about Gillian Flynn recently, probably due to the success of the new movie based on one of her other books. I am currently about 30% through the book and I’m hooked. The author’s writing is paced well and incredibly intriguing, and her character development is already unfolding in such a way that I yearn to read more, learn more about Wind Gap and the mysteries it holds…
Finished reading: 5/16/15. I found myself setting this book aside here and there once I got about 2/3s through. I had an idea of the ending. I was wrong… and feels it left me with…