Gone Girl - Gillian Flynn
The scenario hits the tabloids every couple of years. You know the one: you’ve seen it, if only because the images seem somehow unavoidable with those faces plastered everywhere. Sure, you remember: a photogenic young blonde wife (preferably pregnant) gone missing… a hapless husband, eyes bruised-looking from exhaustion, reading a statement begging for her return under the hot glare of the klieg lights… professionally-outraged talking heads on cable TV dialing up the accusations and the high dudgeon… legions of bonbon-gobbling house -wives (and –husbands) instantly experts in their own minds on blood spatter, rip tides, and undetectable poisons. Sure, you know the scenario: there’s a Gone Girl out there.
