Just Read: Gone Girl

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.

Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn
Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn (Photo credit: bubbletea1)

There still might be some spoilers after the jump.

Yet Another Review I Should Be Writing (But Haven’t Yet)

I ACTUALLY MANAGED TO WATCH THE CONJURING YESTERDAY. That fact surprised me, considering the weather and (very) high chance of running out of seats at the cinema. Thankfully, there were still some seats available. In the third row. Where the frights get up close and personal. And where strangers can see and hear us freak out like nobody’s business.

I should be writing a review of this AND Gone Girl, but instead I’m working and reading Wikipedia entries of the cases Ed and Lorraine Warren have worked on.

I really suck
I really do.

It’s not like I don’t have notes. It’s just that they aren’t gelling. And while I do tend to ramble in my reviews, I usually try to make sure that my rambling has some sort of cohesiveness. As it is, this is what my “The Conjuring” Review notes look like:

  • Holy shit
  • Why do I have a BJD?
  • I want to cosplay as Lorraine Warren
  • LAMPSHADING FTW
  • This is a mistake. A horrible, terrifying mistake.
  • I want my mother
  • I will never clap again. EVER.
  • Apparently you can only exorcise Catholics

And this is what my “Gone Girl” Review looks like:

  • That is the most fucked up thing I ever read, and I’ve read Palahniuk
  • I’m afraid that most relationships are actually like this
  • THIS IS ACTUALLY A LOVE STORY ISN’T IT?

I’m not sure how to write the reviews. All my drafts end up being too disconnected. To my shame, I handle my frustration by playing Facebook games. I really should stop that.

Maybe I should try a mind-mapping approach to my notes instead?