I want to start off the review by saying this: I don't read adult fiction often. I actually went through my old reading lists from the past few years, both on Goodreads and on Word documents, and discovered that the last time I read an adult fiction book that wasn't for class, erotica/New Adult, or one written by a YA author I loved, was July of 2013. I just prefer my Young Adult fiction, and I though there are adult novels that I would like to read, they are low on my priority list.

I started this book back when it was huge, the hype was at its peak, in the fall of 2012. And I read about about 100 pages of it before I was distracted by other, young adult, books. I enjoyed it, don't get me wrong, it just didn't hold my complete attention. But because the movie is coming out, and I'm one of the few people in the world that is a Ben Affleck fan, I decided to pick it up again and finish it.

And I am so glad I finally did. It is such a mind-fuck.

On the day of Nick and his wife Amy's fifth wedding anniversary, Nick comes home and discovers that Amy's gone. Not like she's out to run errands, but she's missing--the living room destroyed, evidence of a struggle. Nick is beside himself, so worried, so confused to be in this situation.

But as the novel continues, it becomes obvious that Nick isn't the doting husband, worried about his wife. He's hiding something. The more we learn about the events surrounding her disappearance, it is obvious that there's something iffy. Secrets begin to be revealed, both about Amy and about Nick himself, and neither of them are the people they seem to others. They are liars.

This book did not go as I expected. I just thought it was going to be a murder mystery. And it wasn't. Like, at all. It was about the delicacy of the human psyche, and to be blunt, how truly fucked up people can be. How destructive. And I both loved, and didn't like that it didn't meet my expectations. I loved that it kept me guessing and dropped by jaw several times. But when I read a book's description, and it doesn't accurately describe what the book is about, it kind of pisses me off.

The best part of this novel was Nick. Or, the way I was made to feel about Nick. One minute I thought he was a killer, the next was concerned about him; one moment I thought he was the biggest douche around, the next I was worried about his safety. And now, after I've finished the book, I have no idea where I stand. And I'm a person who feels passionately, good or bad; so the fact that I don't know how I feel, is kind of miraculous. He's such a unpredictable mystery of a character, and I'm very confused. So kudos, Gillian Flynn.

Needless to say, I'm excited to see the movie. I think it's going to transcribe easily to film and it's going to be both awesome and terrifying.