On a warm summer morning in North Carthage, Missouri, it is Nick and Amy Dunne’s fifth wedding anniversary. Presents are being wrapped and reservations are being made when Nick’s clever and beautiful wife disappears from their rented McMansion on the Mississippi River. Husband-of-the-Year Nick isn’t doing himself any favors with cringe-worthy daydreams about the slope and shape of his wife’s head, but passages from Amy’s diary reveal the alpha-girl perfectionist could have put anyone dangerously on edge. Under mounting pressure from the police and the media–as well as Amy’s fiercely doting parents–the town golden boy parades an endless series of lies, deceits, and inappropriate behavior. Nick is oddly evasive, and he’s definitely bitter–but is he really a killer?
As the cops close in, every couple in town is soon wondering how well they know the one that they love. With his twin sister, Margo, at his side, Nick stands by his innocence. Trouble is, if Nick didn’t do it, where is that beautiful wife? And what was in that silvery gift box hidden in the back of her bedroom closet?
This is a book you read in a few reads. Especially from part II, where more and more clues about what happened are being revealed. From the moment “Diary Amy” stopped and “Psychopath Amy” started, I read it in one go and I absolutely loved it.
— spoilers from this point —
The characters start out nice and there is a lot of character development. For me, Go seemed like the most normal, nicest character.
At the first few chapters, I didn’t really know what to think of Amy’s diary (normally don’t like that POV), but once you know something if off, it’s so good! It shows the manipulative Amy.
If I have to say something I didn’t like about this book, it would probably be Desi. He just seemed a little random, how he still loved Amy/was obsessed with her and just happened to be a crazy, rich control freak. And the story with the man + woman who live in the cabins also seemed a bit random.
For now, I don’t know what to think of the ending. It seems unsatisfactory, but I think that will change with time.
” A lot of people lacked that gift: knowing when to fuck off. People love talking, and I have never been a huge talker. I carry on an inner monologue, but the words often don’t reach my lips. She looks nice today, I’d think, but somehow it wouldn’t occur to me to say it out loud. My mom talked, my sister talked. I’d been raised to listen. ”
edit: It’s now 4 months later and I actually like the ending now!