Sharp Objects – Gillian Flynn (2006, Broadway Books, New York)
Glamour magazine apparently declared Gillian Flynn’s Sharp Objects “As suspenseful as the V.C. Andrews books you shared in high school, but much smarter.” That about sums it up. On one hand, Flynn’s got an incredible gift of phrasing and pacing that drives the reader forward at breakneck speed (even though this trim little book could have been even shorter, in my estimation). Unfortunately, you may not want to go on the ride, given the plot: former psychiatric patient and reporter Camille Preaker returns to the town of her birth to write about the gruesome murders of two pre-teen girls and gets more than she bargained for when her own sordid past catches up with her. And by sordid, I mean you have to seriously wash your brain out with soap after you read this book. You’ll probably be upset for willingly subjecting yourself to it – which is how some readers felt after devouring V.C. Andrews books back in the day. Shudder.