- Gillian Flynn 2015
- short horror
- 64 pages
Ok, so this book annoyed me. I love Gillian Flynn. She has a great, twisted voice, and knows just how to catch a reader’s attention. And I know she always goes for the “let’s make this book a movie!” angle, but that’s fine if that’s her thing. The gal knows how to write awful, scraggly sort of characters, and you can never have enough of those.
Maybe that’s why I’m so disappointed. The story, about a con artist “psychic” who gets in over her head when she realizes her client’s old victorian house might be haunted, starts well. The setting is delicious, and the house scenes are genuinely creepy. But when it comes to horror, you really have to know when to pull the trigger. In this story, it is never pulled.
It should have been. It is so rare when a story organically goes to a supernatural place, and that’s where this one was going. But either the author didn’t feel comfortable going there, or refused to. Either way, the flow was ruined by forcing dumb plot twists instead of going into full haunted house mode. What a shame.