Seriously. You would not believe all of the horror I have been reading. Actually, I’m sure you do, as I’ve been posting about IT and Dueling Monsters ad nauseum. But the weird thing is, all of these horror books I’ve been reading have another common theme:
Yes, biting. It all started with IT. Pennywise the Clown likes to chomp off arms. I didn’t really think much about that (other than “gross!”). Then there was American Psycho, in which Patrick Bateman has the distressing tendency to bite off women’s nipples. And other things. I tried to forget about that. Quickly. Then I read Sharp Objects, and there are young girls who like to bite. Later, they are murdered and their teeth are yanked out (this happens early, so I’m not really giving up the state secrets). And then I dived into Red Dragon. In this one, our main baddie also likes to bite. The police even give him the name The Tooth Fairy. And after the yanking of teeth in Sharp Objects, I starting thing this all a little too creepy.
And gross. I am so ready to read a book that has no mention whatsoever of biting.
So now that I’ve shared all that disgustingness, let’s move on to the book.
I read Sharp Objects because I loved Gone Girl and I wanted more. Even if I figured nothing could live up to Gone Girl. And I’d been warned that Flynn’s other books didn’t have that same draw-dropping WTF effect, so I was fully prepared not to be bowled over. But it’s still a good yarn filled with lots of fucked up characters. They just happen to be more blatantly fucked up in this one. It’s also a little easier to predict the outcome, although I didn’t think that detracted from the story at all.
In brief, Camille is sent back to her home town to write a story about the recent child murders. Camille isn’t exactly doing back flips over the assignment, and as she spends time in her hometown we see why…there is some major dysfunction going on.
And that’s all you need to know. Like Gone Girl, this one is best experienced by just diving in and going along for the ride.
This is one of my R.I.P. reads.