Gillian Flynn’s debut novel, Sharp Objects, is an ugly story beautifully written.
She is a brilliant writer but this is a tale of darkness. Of disturbing acts. Of broken people.
Stephen King blurbed her book and said it best: “…I found myself dreading the last thirty pages or so but was helpless to stop turning them. Then after the lights were out, the story just stayed there in my head, coiled and hissing, like a snake in a cave. An admirably nasty piece of work, elevated by sharp writing and sharper insights.”
The writing is top notch and the story unfolds perfectly on the page. It is the height of tragedy, the depth of depravity, the width of wickedness. All in one slim volume.
Read it, I dare you.
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