Gone Girl (Week 1)

September 25, 2015

My first reader's workshop book for the year is Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn. I have heard that it is an interesting read, so I thought I'd give it a try. It was indeed a recommendation from a fellow friend of mine (*cough* Abby Robinson *cough*). I have not seen the movie yet and neither has she, so once I finish the book I plan to watch the movie with her. 

I have not gotten far into it just yet. I'm telling you now, though, I am definitely not putting this book down. I love the tone of the writing. It is very sarcastic and casual, almost like you were talking to the characters themselves. If you were ever wondering how to hook me on while reading an essay or story, just throw in some sarcasm. That is all I need. It's just like Mr. Ellis's class. If you have him, you know exactly what I'm talking about. Within 5 minutes of him solely speaking, I knew I was going to love his class.

Let's not get ahead of ourselves, though. Allow me to describe the situation so you understand the general context. Two of the main characters (the story is told from both of these characters' points of view) are Nick Dunne and Amy, polar opposite people bound together by marriage. Interesting way for me to describe that, right? Amy Elliot is a sophisticated city girl, much like my own mother, honestly. Born in New York City, her way of thinking, her behavior and her overall personality reflect those of New York descent. On the total opposite side of the spectrum we have Nick Dunne, a country boy born in the rural state of Missouri. Missouri. I have nothing against the state, but that was definitely a surprise. Country boy and city girl... classic contrast. You can practically smell the chaos arising. 

Take a deep, long inhale. 

Do you smell that? You do?

That is the stench of foreshadowed chaos. You better get used to it because I don't think it's going anywhere anytime soon.

In the book's abstract, I read about a guy being blamed for his wife's disappearance. Did I not just mention chaos? We're talking murder, folks. I don't know if I'm ready for this just yet. I am actually terrified. 

Perfect.