gone girl: the book you can’t put down
I just put down Gone Girl. I read it in a week. I looked forward to getting on the tube and would try and avoid seeing anyone because I WANTED TO READ MY BOOK. I get a bit like this when I’ve found a book I love. I get so into it, to the point where I kind of keep thinking about the characters a little bit throughout the day because I am wondering what is going to happen in the next chapter. Itching to read.
This is what happened with Gone Girl. It is thrilling, exciting, relatable, hilarious and Gillian Flynn uses amazing similes like it’s no tomorrow. It taps right into your brain, girls brains, lifting out those niggly little things. It touches on paranoia, insecurity, love, laughter, depression – it’s a real roller-coaster. The protagonists aren’t likeable. In fact, they are horrible – you don’t want to be in any way like them yet you see little parts of their personality shine through that you can KIND of relate to. Like the weaknesses of just being a human being. What it means to be desparate, to love someone so much you go loopy, or how you might feel like you have no escape. It’s strange, it’s a LOT to take in. You feel sorry for the characters even though they are dark and twisted.
Flynn is an amazing talented writer, she makes her words and scenarios so VISUAL that you are kind of living in the book with her. I am genuinely gutted the book is over. I think I need to read it again. Sorry, I need to calm down.
Here;s an awesome quote from the book. ONE OF MANY.
“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.
Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl. For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see men – friends, coworkers, strangers – giddy over these awful pretender women, and I’d want to sit these men down and calmly say: You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched too many movies written by socially awkward men who’d like to believe that this kind of woman exists and might kiss them. I’d want to grab the poor guy by his lapels or messenger bag and say: The bitch doesn’t really love chili dogs that much – no one loves chili dogs that much! And the Cool Girls are even more pathetic: They’re not even pretending to be the woman they want to be, they’re pretending to be the woman a man wants them to be. Oh, and if you’re not a Cool Girl, I beg you not to believe that your man doesn’t want the Cool Girl. It may be a slightly different version – maybe he’s a vegetarian, so Cool Girl loves seitan and is great with dogs; or maybe he’s a hipster artist, so Cool Girl is a tattooed, bespectacled nerd who loves comics. There are variations to the window dressing, but believe me, he wants Cool Girl, who is basically the girl who likes every fucking thing he likes and doesn’t ever complain. (How do you know you’re not Cool Girl? Because he says things like: “I like strong women.” If he says that to you, he will at some point fuck someone else. Because “I like strong women” is code for “I hate strong women.”)”
― Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl
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