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?
Where do I begin? I’ll start with I am a very emotional creature; I feel things too deeply for my own good. I kept seeing things about this book and how great it was. Mindfuck seemed to be thrown around quite carelessly and frequently. Well, let me just tell you, I don’t deal well with mindfucks. So, I didn’t dive in with everyone else. I thought, you go be mindfucked, I’ll just go read about regular fucking. The kind that doesn’t involve my mind. That came out wrong, but you know what I mean. Then I begin seeing the movie promotions and, well, I want to see the movie. The only problem with that is, I like to read the book first. So I now have a dilemma. What to do? Mindfuck or no mindfuck? I caved and went with mindfuck. Let me tell you, my mind was fucked hard and thorough. I started reading and immediately tried to figure everything out. Big mistake. This involved lots of messages to friends with “theories”. Not one single friend gave up anything. Nothing. I now look like the worst clue finder in history. A trail of my many rants, theories, and emotions left behind to immortalize how wrong I was.
As the days Amy was gone mounted, my dislike for Nick mounted as well. My heart break for Amy became a painful ache in my chest. Messages were flying to my friends. Crying sticker filled messages like this…
Cue the record scratch because I hit 50% and guess what? A total mindfuck happened.
So the second half of the book was spent with me still trying to come to grips with what was revealed. I feel like I need to point out that I was totally focused on Amy in this book. To me, she was the star of the show. I’m fairly certain she would appreciate that. These characters, Nick and Amy, were so disdainful yet so enthralling. I’m quite perplexed at how I feel about them. Do I like Nick? I still don’t know. Did I come to understand his motives and why he handled things the way he did? Yes. And Amy, well let’s just say, Amy has some issues she may need to work on. This is where it starts to get tricky to delve into things without giving away spoilers. I was completely aghast at times at the amount of crazy one person can contain, but completely absorbed by it. I loved this book even though I was a complete wreck reading it. Isn’t that what a great book does? It gives you flawed characters with a little something that resonates with you, it devours you, chews you up, spits you out, and leaves an imprint on you. This is exactly what Gone Girl did to me. And that is why I love reading.