I am hesitant to say that I loved Gone Girl because I did not love it in the all-encompassing way I love books like Anne of Green Gables or The History of Love. With those books, I engage in a world where pain and suffering exist, yes, but they leave me with an overall pleasant thought, and optimism for life and human nature. Like those books, though, Gone Girl is extremely well-written. Gillian Flynn captures the voices of her characters and has a real knack for the pacing of a story. I hesitate to place this book in the love category only because sometimes the truth can be unsettling.
Through the story of a missing woman and the investigation that follows her disappearance, Flynn dives right into the topic of how well we really know those around us—especially those we love—and ourselves. As their lives change, Flynn’s characters force the reader to reflect on what it means to love, to think about the way we present ourselves to others, and to acknowledge the real influence we have on other people.
This is a book that left me thinking between readings (which was never very long—I always seemed to find a way to put off whatever else needed to be done in order to read), but I’m also still thinking about it, days after turning the final page (and after I’ve started another book, I might add). I have no doubt that a second reading, when the time comes, will prove to be equally fascinating and thought-provoking, because Flynn has woven an intricate narrative—the kind of book you love reading again because you are able to pick up on all of the things you missed before (in this case, probably because you were reading too quickly, driven forward by the plot).
There are some books you don’t want to talk too much about for fear of ruining the story the author has stitched together—this is one of those books. Even though Gone Girl isn’t quite in the love category, it’s definitely one that I would highly recommend.