Saturday, August 18, 2012

You don't have to take my word for it!

The next book for my book club is Gone Girl.   Anyone heard of it?  Apparently it's insanely popular - I'm on the waiting list for it from Boston Public Library,  along with 443 other people:

You are patron 174 out of 444 on the waiting list.
Library copies owned: 63

444 people want this book?   For reals?  This is the description I got from Goodreads:

Marriage can be a real killer.
   One of the most critically acclaimed suspense writers of our time, New York Times bestseller Gillian Flynn takes that statement to its darkest place in this unputdownable masterpiece about a marriage gone terribly, terribly wrong. The Chicago Tribune proclaimed that her work “draws you in and keeps you reading with the force of a pure but nasty addiction.” Gone Girl’s toxic mix of sharp-edged wit and deliciously chilling prose creates a nerve-fraying thriller that confounds you at every turn.
   On a warm summer morning in North Carthage, Missouri, it is Nick and Amy Dunne’s fifth wedding anniversary. Presents are being wrapped and reservations are being made when Nick’s clever and beautiful wife disappears from their rented McMansion on the Mississippi River. Husband-of-the-Year Nick isn’t doing himself any favors with cringe-worthy daydreams about the slope and shape of his wife’s head, but passages from Amy's diary reveal the alpha-girl perfectionist could have put anyone dangerously on edge. Under mounting pressure from the police and the media—as well as Amy’s fiercely doting parents—the town golden boy parades an endless series of lies, deceits, and inappropriate behavior. Nick is oddly evasive, and he’s definitely bitter—but is he really a killer?
   As the cops close in, every couple in town is soon wondering how well they know the one that they love. With his twin sister, Margo, at his side, Nick stands by his innocence. Trouble is, if Nick didn’t do it, where is that beautiful wife? And what was in that silvery gift box hidden in the back of her bedroom closet?
   With her razor-sharp writing and trademark psychological insight, Gillian Flynn delivers a fast-paced, devilishly dark, and ingeniously plotted thriller that confirms her status as one of the hottest writers around.

You are telling me 443 other people want to read that book?  Okay, so maybe I shouldn't be so judgmental.  Just because I would rather stick a hot poker in my eye than read a murder mystery, doesn't mean that everyone else in the world has the same good literary taste that I happen to possess  (ie, no murder mysteries.  Ever.)

And I really hope the people ahead of me on the waiting list read quickly,  I need to have this book read by September 15th.  I could buy it.... but I don't buy books.  

And this means A Feast for Crows is once again being put away for awhile.   Maybe that's a good thing,  I'm actually starting to get stressed out over Bran's fate, and where the hell is Rickon?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

That actually sounds pretty interesting. Put me down as number 445. Actually no. I DO buy books. But unlike my husband, I then proceed to read them, not let them collect dust.

Further, I almost didn't make it through that description. Why? "Unputdownable." Really? Apparently, it's an actual word, but I refuse to believe it, choosing instead to ignore its existence, along with "irregardless," "supposably," and global warming.