My first book review on my new site! This is an oldie but goodie review.
“On a warm summer morning in North Carthage, Missouri, it is Nick and Amy Dunne’s fifth wedding anniversary. Presents are being wrapped and reservations are being made when Nick’s clever and beautiful wife disappears. Husband-of-the-Year Nick isn’t doing himself any favors with cringe-worthy daydreams about the slope and shape of his wife’s head, but passages from Amy’s diary reveal the alpha-girl perfectionist could have put anyone dangerously on edge. Under mounting pressure from the police and the media—as well as Amy’s fiercely doting parents—the town golden boy parades an endless series of lies, deceits, and inappropriate behavior. Nick is oddly evasive, and he’s definitely bitter—but is he really a killer?” – Goodreads
So like everyone and their mom, I finally read this book. Twice. The first time I read it I had a horrible reaction. I reviewed it after a year of first reading it. I saw everything coming and was so upset with the ending. This summed up my reaction completely.
In all honesty, I keep going back and forth with my feelings for this book. It’s a love/hate relationship that is mostly love. The ending is what initially threw me off. I guess I wasn’t prepared for the non vanilla ending. The movie quite frankly spurned my interest again and made me see it in a better light. I re-read the book and was completely hooked. I love how there is no happy ending. I love how both main characters are messed up people. Yeah Amy is a bit too psycho but, the characters are real. Everyone knows that relationships are typically a facade. One or both people involved are just an idealized persona of the other. The quotes from this book are so intense and real I have re-read parts of the book many times. Such a good book. Top favorite.
Update a billion years later from when I first read the book. It is now one of my favorites because I won’t lie, the movie made it come to life even more so. I freaking love the whole cool girl monologue and can quote almost the whole thing.
“Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl.”