Gillian Flynn has got me captivated ever since I read her movie-adapted psychological thriller, Gone Girl. Her strong characterization of Amy and Nick Dune and her brilliant plot and twist made me crave for more of her works. And I guess it’s only reasonable that I continue to her debut novel Sharp Objects. My boyfriend got me this novel for Christmas and I couldn’t wait to start reading it. But it had to wait since I brought Murakami’s Strange Library first, first in first out, right?
The novel is about a mediocre reporter, Camille Preaker who got assigned to cover the murders of two little girls back in her hometown after her brief stay in a psych hospital due to her cutting problem. She literally cut words onto her flesh. Back in her hometown, she had to deal with the memory of her late sister, condescending hypochondriac mother who never love her, and a troublesome half sister. As she dig deeper into the investigations she uncovered the dark secrets of her town, her family and herself.
I love how Flynn made this book so disturbing yet so hard to put down. She expertly develop the characters, especially the heroine, which wasn’t exactly the hero since I found it hard to sympathize to such a fucked up woman, despite her troubled upbringing. Unlike Gone Girl’s Amy Dune, who I kinda admire even though she was crazier, Camille was not likeable. And Camille were not alone, the other main characters, even the victims were as fucked up as she was in their own way. But that was what keep me turning the pages, between lunch breaks and on my way to and from the office. Definitely makes me yearn to read Flynn’s other novels. Three and a half out of five stars.