Summary from Goodreads:
WICKED above her hipbone, GIRL across her heart
Words are like a road map to reporter Camille Preaker’s troubled past. Fresh from a brief stay at a psych hospital, Camille’s first assignment from the second-rate daily paper where she works brings her reluctantly back to her hometown to cover the murders of two preteen girls.
NASTY on her kneecap, BABYDOLL on her leg
Since she left town eight years ago, Camille has hardly spoken to her neurotic, hypochondriac mother or to the half-sister she barely knows: a beautiful thirteen-year-old with an eerie grip on the town. Now, installed again in her family’s Victorian mansion, Camille is haunted by the childhood tragedy she has spent her whole life trying to cut from her memory.
HARMFUL on her wrist, WHORE on her ankle
As Camille works to uncover the truth about these violent crimes, she finds herself identifying with the young victims—a bit too strongly. Clues keep leading to dead ends, forcing Camille to unravel the psychological puzzle of her own past to get at the story. Dogged by her own demons, Camille will have to confront what happened to her years before if she wants to survive this homecoming.
With its taut, crafted writing, Sharp Objects is addictive, haunting, and unforgettable.
I read Sharp Objects with a friend from the book club and just like the typical Gillian Flynn novel, it was full of all things insane. Gillian Flynn is one awesome psycho, repeat a hundred times.
I’ve already read all of Gillian Flynn’s novels (yay, I’m a completist!) but unlike Gone Girl, where I rooted for Eric Dunne, and Dark Places, where I rooted for Mrs. Day, in Sharp Objects, I found myself detached from the characters. Please take note, though, that this detachment did not at all make me dislike the story. The mystery and the thrill of suspense still kept me awake most of the night, but my reading experience of this book was tempered compared to the ones I had with her two other books. The main character, Camille Preaker, was not someone to root for. Actually, there is nothing to like about her. I could not summon enough compassion for her. She has her own dark secrets, and she keeps them effectively hidden by her clothes. I cannot imagine having to wear long sleeves all of the time.
And then there’s Richard, the cop/investigator, who also doubles as Camille’s love interest. Can there be a lousier investigator than Richard? And why did it take too long to resolve the cases? I mean, hello, fingerprinting? Blood samples? Or maybe the little town of Wind Gap haven’t heard about forensics yet.
What made me like this book a little bit was the fact that it is about mothers and daughters. The killings were gruesome and cruel, and the victims are innocent (are they?) little girls, my mother’s heart was all tattered and bruised. I feel for the kid who has to grow up under the care of a disturbed mother. Will this justify a child’s abnormal behavior? I was impressed with the psychology of mothers and daughters portrayed in this novel.
The way the story ended left no questions unanswered, but I wasn’t really awed. I had expected who the real killer was, and it was gratifying to find out my guess was correct, but that twist at the end was just disturbing I had to stop and process everything all over again. Sharp Objects was a good enough read. Not too good, not too bad, but maybe easily forgettable, except for the fact that I won’t ever look at a child’s teeth the same way again. It may not be my most favorite Gillian Flynn novel, but I am so glad to have read all of her books. Will there be a fourth book?
My copy: ebook
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