Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn
My rating: 2 of 5 stars

Maybe it's just me... maybe I read it wrong, but I certainly don't get what all the fuss was about.

I found it hard to actually finish this book to be honest, and that isn't something I usually experience- I will read anything (if my Goodreads library is anything to go by).

So as not to get too murky with spoilers lets just say;

There was one side to the story.

Then a second.

Then a tangent.

Then a "twist" which would make the Sci Fi channel cringe and then it ended.

That was the best part.

Knowing that it had to end.

Two stars might be kind actually.


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Finishing school?- FINISH HER.

The thing about solitude is- no one else is supposed to be there. I am supposed to be happily skipping around the shop, listening to my iPod a little too loudly minding my own daily mail (that is my code for BUSINESS) and I am supposed to be happy.

But today was different, today I came face to face with my nemesis. It was a collide of bodies, swear words (internal monologue) and galaxy minstrels. The person in question made eye contact and respectably said hello in a civil manner- which is just typical of them, always trying to make me feel like I am beneath them with their stupid face and hair and face.

I dealt with it in a mature and enlightening manner.

I stopped, looked and exclaimed- "Ahhhhhh!"

Before turning to the nearest exit.

Thank you internet; thank you for teaching me how to deal with the outside the world.

Or not.

Now- once I realised that I had in fact shouted in a person's face I felt slightly aghast at my behaviour- but then then the Nam flashbacks happened, the memories flooding from all sides and the reason for my behaviour was evident.

I liken it to the time someone told me James Franco was "beautiful".

Burying that body was a nightmare.