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Gone Girl

gone-girlAwh man. Awh man. THIS BOOK.

Gone Girl – Gillian Flynn

I was recommended this book a few weeks ago by Dave. He knows I read a lot, although I’m sure he despairs of the majority of awful YA fiction I read, but generally I’ll take any recommendation from him quite seriously. Except the Time Traveller’s Wife. THAT BOOK. I have many ranty feelings about it. That’s a post for another day.

Anyways. Gone Girl.
Amy and Nick are about to celebrate their fifth wedding anniversary. It’s the morning of. Pancakes are made. Loving greetings exchanged. Presents are being wrapped, dinner reservations made, and when Nick comes home from work, he finds Amy… not there.

As the police investigate, it becomes clear that Nick is hiding something – lying, evading questions, acting inappropriately and certainly marital relations were at an all time low. Interspersed with excerpts from his missing wife’s diary, it becomes clear that things are not how they seem. But is he a killer?

Well, this is the question which the book throws at you. But it’s not the only question. There are approximately a million more. And then some more after that. And the book flies through twists and turns and punches and holds nothing back so that reading it is an exercise in containing your shouted reactions, because the people on the train would look at you funny.

The best word I can come up with to describe this book is twisty. It’s dark, and it’s twisted, and the story is twisted, and the plot flies through a myriad of twists until you don’t know what’s up and what’s down and what’s true and what’s false any more.

It is incredible. It is a masterpiece. I’ve already gotten Flynn’s other two novels, and I’m hoping they’re just as good.

FIVE STARS. MAYBE EVEN SIX.
*****(*)

Thoroughly recommended. You should definitely read this book.
Also, I’m now re-evaluating all of my relationships, friends and family to wonder if I know them as well as I think I do. That is what this book did to me!

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Moonlight Sonata

I know I’ve posted a lot of videos of songs (more will show up before too long) lately, but I’ve had music on the brain a lot lately.

A few weeks ago, my parents went to a wedding at which the tables were named after famous piano pieces.
As an aside, I think naming tables instead of numbering them makes a lot of sense, and is a really cute way to put a bit of personality into a wedding. I’ve heard of tables named after Disney couples (for the couple who got engaged in Disneyland), famous scientists (for the couple who met on a Science college course) and now piano pieces (because the bride was an accomplished pianist). It’s cute. The scientists, incidentally, were my sister and brother-in-law. I think my table was Curie, but I’m not entirely sure. Shows how much attention I paid.

Anyways. This wedding my parents were at. Their table was named Moonlight Sonata. This is, I think, my favourite piano piece, like, ever. I don’t know what it is about it. It’s not like I have a particular grá for Beethoven or anything – in fact, I think a lot of his pieces are overplayed. But this one? This one absolutely gets into my brain. I adore it. I would practically marry anybody who played it for me on the spot. Even just the first movement.

Oh, Moonlight Sonata. I would kill to be able to play this piece. I downloaded the sheet music for the first movement once, but I just couldn’t do it. My fingers are too stupid to do different things at the same time.

Incidentally, I often get confused between Moonlight Sonata and Moonlight Serenade. I like Glenn Miller, quite a lot, but not with the same kind of rush of feelings as the Sonata. It’s just a word confusion thing.

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Review: 8

We’re on review number eight!! Something tells me that fifty might have been a little bit of an optimistic number to aim for in a year, since I’m, like, a final year and whatever. But anyways, we’ll see what we get to. Eight, thus far!
So book number eight is
Sing You Home, by Jodi Picoult
Sing-You-Home

The Good: The premise was fantastic! Lesbians, god freaks, evangelists, frozen embryos/zygotes/pre-children. Love, life, reproduction, cancer, lesbianism, sex, suicide, depression, self-harm, child abuse, anything you could think of was in there! It spanned more issues than you could shake a stick at!
The basic storyline was that Zoe wanted to use frozen embryos from a failed IVF cycle with her ex-husband to reproduce with her new partner, who’s a woman. There’s a court case, lots of accusations thrown, lovely discussions of various concepts of law and lots of hugely dramatic declarations of love, between a husband and wife, between a wife and wife, certain *forbidden* love (oooooooh!) and the love between parents and children, even those they have yet to meet.
The book starts off with a heavily pregnant woman, at 28 weeks, losing her baby. That touched a nerve for me, it’s something I care very deeply about, and it was very delicately handled. The book as a whole took quite a balanced view, deliberately showing the view-points of both parties involved in the lawsuit, with a certain gentleness which allows the reader to draw their own conclusions, as is typical of many of Picoult’s books. The ending was delicately handled without being schmaltzy, and it was sort of true to life as it wasn’t afraid to delve into the seedier side of court cases as well.

The Bad: It was, well, a little dramatic. All of Picoult’s books are. Not gonna lie, it’s part of the appeal for me, I love a bit of drama, but Picoult’s books set out to be thought-provoking in a way which, to me, fells a little bit false. It’s like she picks a controversial topic and then writes about it, rather than beginning a story which happens to encompass a controversial topic. A little like blogs which are written by people who take themselves too seriously, I think Picoult’s books, especially this one, set out to make you think about something and walk away with a changed opinion. And, well, much like blogs, that irritates me.
It’s kind of like you read it, and the whole way through, there’s a guy sitting beside you waiting for you to finish, and then at the end, he’s like, “Well, I hope that made you think!”
It seems sort of self-righteous or something, I’m not sure. But it’s the one thing which annoys me about Picoult’s books. Stylistically, it’s what drives me insane about her, the fact that she sets out to make you think. It’s visible in every word of her books, in the sheer number of issues she encompasses, in the book club discussion questions at the end, it’s, like, god, woman, just write a story and let us enjoy it for what it is!
Oh, and at the end of the book, it kind of wrapped up too easily. The way Zoe concluded her actions, and then the way Max did, it sort of left me with a bad taste in my mouth. It was all too happy. Life isn’t that happy. Picoult isn’t normally that happy!
No-one died in the end! That’s upsetting!

The Ugly: 7 out of 10. A good Picoult, but not a great one. An interesting premise, a good story, but not as heart-rending as it could have been, and a little too happy in the end, really.

Similar: The Secret Life of CeeCee Wilkes, Handle With Care, My Sister’s Keeper

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