Sharp Objects is the first novel I have read by Gillian Flynn and if my experience of reading this was anything to go by, I can’t wait to read more of her work.
The novel centres on Camille Preaker, a reporter from Chicago who is given an assignment back in her hometown of Wind Gap following the disappearance of a young girl and the murder of another. Camille was instantly an interesting character, and at times I thought Flynn was going to go with the cliché ‘rich mommy and evil stepdad’ route, but she really didn’t. What she delivers in this novel is something else completely.
Sure there are relationship issues between Camille and her mother, Adora, but there’s a subtle darkness there at first (which slowly unravels as the story progresses) that makes the dynamics interesting to watch. Wind Gap is a small town, where your business isn’t your own and the women love gossip. As Camille tries to gain a more in depth understanding of the missing girl Natalie and the dead girl Ann and who could have possibly murdered or taken them, she also uncovers the ugly truth behind the way girls who are different are treated.
Mixed in with this whole bag of intrigue is Camille’s sister Amma. A 13-year-old girl who in her mother’s presence behaves like a child from a 50’s infomercial, but away from home is a promiscuous bully with a penchant for booze, drugs, older boys and trouble. Amma’s sidekicks seem to adhere to her every word and command and Amma constantly baits Camille and other members of the Wind Gap community for her own enjoyment.
Not only was this novel incredibly well written, it was also incredibly dark and dealt with some of the more sinister taboo issues. The ending was filled with shock and left something of a bitter taste in my mouth due to the macabre undertones.
An incredibly well written book, with thoroughly developed and intriguing characters. I’d recommend this engaging page-turner to people looking for something a little dark or fans of thrillers and whodunit’s.
Star Rating out of 5: 5
‘I’ve always been partial to the image of liquor as lubrication, a layer of protection from all the sharp thoughts in your head.’
Happy reading fellow bookworms.