I read this review by author Scott Smith:
'I cannot say this urgently enough: you have to read Gone Girl. It’s as if Gillian Flynn has mixed us a martini using battery acid instead of vermouth and somehow managed to make it taste really, really good. Gone Girl is delicious and intoxicating and delightfully poisonous. It’s smart (brilliant, actually). It’s funny (in the darkest possible way). The writing is jarringly good, and the story is, well…amazing. Read the book and you'll discover—among many other treasures—just how much freight (and fright) that last adjective can bear.'
and I thought, just how psychotic can this book be?
I can tell you now, things get pretty intense in Gillian Flynn’s Gone Girl.
A husband and wife play the most terrifying mind games with each other, and stop at nothing to ensure that their partner is just where they need them (read terrified, obsessed and against the wall delirious with the stress of anticipating the next move).
I realize this may not be the most inviting pitch when looking to read for pleasure, but the plot and narrative structure make this book exciting. The writing is clever and inventive, and keeps you hooked. It’s an easy read; definitely one you could try if you feel like reading a book/watching a film at the same time. Gone Girl feels like a well-shot, well-acted thriller.
If nothing else, it’ll make you more interested in the inner workings of your partner’s mind. Was that really him asking to have toast for breakfast or . . .