Nick is desperate to prove that he is innocent, but every time he uncovers a new clue, it all leads back to him. In between Nick’s narratives there are diary entries from Amy from the time they first met and until things started to fall apart. And then BOOM! Plot twist.
The plot twist is what I liked best about the book, and the ending is certainly the worst. So… pointless? I had to see the film right away in case they had done something better concerning the ending, but no. I really enjoyed the film, but the book is perhaps slightly better as you get more insight and it’s interesting to read the diary. I’m also disappointed that they cut off the part with that crazy stalker chic from the film. Another thing that really irked me about the book was the overuse of fucking bitch . I did a search on my Kindle, and bitch has been used 82 and fucking 99 times. I mean, I get it, but some variation? Please. But, nevertheless, nothing is better than reading a fast-paced mystery when you’re in need of a little escapism, and I have the two previous novels of Flynn saved on my Kindle for a rainy day.
“I can’t recall a single amazing thing I have seen first hand that I didn’t immediately reference to amp is of a TV show. You know the awful singsong the blasé: Seeeen it. I’ve literally seen it all, and the worst thing, the thing that makes me want to blow my brains out, is: The secondhand experience is always better. The image is crisper, the view is keener, the camera angle and soundtrack manipulate my emotions in a way reality can’t anymore. I don’t know that we are actually human at this point, those of us who are like most of us, who grew up with TV and movies and now the Internet. If we are betrayed, we know the words to say; when a loved one dies, we know the words to say. If we want to play the stud or the smart-ass or the fool, we know the words to say. We are all working from the same dog-eared script.”