I am a major fan of Gillian Flynn’s work. The first book that I had read by her was Gone Girl and I soon followed up with Sharp Objects and Dark Places. The gory tales of the Midwestern Americans that screw with your senses are immensely enjoyable to me. I adore how twisted her characters are and how pitiful their lives can be. Gillian Flynn has mastered the art of creating characters that you love to hate. So when I heard about this new book (which is actually a short story published in form of a book), I decided to buy a copy instead of reading it online because I’m such a loyal fan and all. I did not have any second thought before ordering it. And when my copy of the book finally arrived, it only took me a few hours to finish reading it.
A canny young woman is struggling to survive by perpetrating various levels of mostly harmless fraud. On a rainy April morning, she is reading auras at Spiritual Palms when Susan Burke walks in. A keen observer of human behavior, our unnamed narrator immediately diagnoses beautiful, rich Susan as an unhappy woman eager to give her lovely life a drama injection. However, when the “psychic” visits the eerie Victorian home that has been the source of Susan’s terror and grief, she realizes she may not have to pretend to believe in ghosts anymore. Miles, Susan’s teenage stepson, doesn’t help matters with his disturbing manner and grisly imagination. The three are soon locked in a chilling battle to discover where the evil truly lurks and what, if anything, can be done to escape it.
Although I enjoyed The Grownup, I wouldn’t consider it one of Flynn’s best works. The story is mildly enjoyable at most. The book consists every Gillian Flynn trademark – a heroine whom you’d rather not know in person, some misplaced characters, a psychological disorder and the kind of dialogue exchange among the characters that’ll make you squirm; but all in all the story fails to deliver its desired effect ie. I personally did not find the story to be dark and twisted enough to be a true Gillian Flynn work. The book falls short in this aspect. I also found the ending problematic because not only was it too hasty, it also failed to leave an impact on me which means I did not think about the characters or what is that they were planning to do once I closed the book. I felt that it’d have been okay if I didn’t bother reading the book in the first place (and I’d never EVER say that about a Gillian Flynn book). In conclusion, I’ll say that read The Grownup only if you are a fan, otherwise give it a miss. You won’t miss out on anything.