Okay, I’m finally doing this. I’m giving you my review of “Gone Girl“. You probably already know how I feel about it since I shared my notes for this on a previous post.

But just to reiterate: this is the most fucked up thing I’ve ever read, especially in the context of relationships. The reason why I had so much trouble writing this review is because I my mind naturally tries to skitter away from this book even if I do try to think about it. Which is strange, considering the fact that I had trouble putting the dang thing down when I started reading it.

I can’t say much more without spoiling it–and I really can’t spoil it for those who haven’t read it, because that would be a humdinger of a twist that I’d be letting you in on. It’s comparable to The Sixth Sense.

That said, I’m still going to tell you to read this because DEAR GOD EVERYONE ABOVE THE AGE OF TWENTY SHOULD READ THIS.

There still might be some spoilers after the jump.