I haven't seen the movie, but Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn was a frightening ride. At first I was a little annoyed with the babble of the writing. On page 10 Amy babbles on in her diary: "Carmen, a newish friend--semi-friend, barely friend, the kind of friend you can't cancel on--has talked me into going out to Brooklyn, to one of her writers' parties." I stuck with it and over 200 pages in we learn that Amy isn't dead after all, she's just psycho-bitch crazy and the blather of her diary was her elaborate ruse at teaching her husband a lesson for cheating on her by framing him for her murder. Yikes. These people are seriously disturbed. And disturbing. Especially with the unsettling resolution.
Yikes.
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