Sharp Objects: A Novel by Gillian Flynn (English) Paperback Book

Description: Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn After eight years, the murders of two preteen girls--timed nearly a year apart--bring reporter Camille Preaker back to her hometown. As she works to uncover the truth about these violent crimes, Camille finds herself forced to unravel the psychological puzzle of her own past. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description NOW AN HBO® LIMITED SERIES STARRING AMY ADAMS, NOMINATED FOR EIGHT EMMY AWARDS, INCLUDING OUTSTANDING LIMITED SERIESFROM THE #1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR OF GONE GIRLFresh from a brief stay at a psych hospital, reporter Camille Preaker faces a troubling assignment: she must return to her tiny hometown to cover the murders of two preteen girls. For years, Camille has hardly spoken to her neurotic, hypochondriac mother or to the half-sister she barely knows: a beautiful thirteen-year-old with an eerie grip on the town. Now, installed in her old bedroom in her familys Victorian mansion, Camille finds herself identifying with the young victims—a bit too strongly. Dogged by her own demons, she must unravel the psychological puzzle of her own past if she wants to get the story—and survive this homecoming.Praise for Sharp Objects"Nasty, addictive reading."—Chicago Tribune "Skillful and disturbing."—Washington Post "Darkly original . . . [a] riveting tale."—People Back Cover Featuring everything from developed hot springs resorts to isolated mountain pools, this guide covers 55 publicly accessible hot springs in Montana and Wyoming. Clear directions are given to each hot spring along with historical notes, nearby attractions, accommodations, and soaking regulations in Yellowstone National Park. Author Biography Gillian Flynn is the author of the #1 New York Times bestseller Gone Girl, for which she wrote the Golden Globe–nominated screenplay; the New York Times bestsellers Dark Places and Sharp Objects; and a novella, The Grownup. A former critic for Entertainment Weekly, she lives in Chicago with her husband and children. Review NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER"A first novel that reads like the accomplished work of a long-time pro, the book draws you in and keeps you reading with the force of a pure but nasty addiction...Flynns book goes deeper than your average thriller. It has all the narrative drive of a serious pop novel and much of the psychological complexity of a mainstream character study. All in all, a terrific debut."—Alan Cheuse, The Chicago Tribune"A compulsively readable psychological thriller that marks [a] dazzling debut...[Flynn] has written a clever crime story with astonishing twists and turns, and enough suspense for the most demanding fans of the genre. But it is the sensitive yet disturbing depiction of her heroine that makes this an especially engrossing story...Flynns empathic understanding of her major characters leads to storytelling that is sure and true, and it marks her a write to watch."—Chicago Sun-Times"To say this is a terrific debut novel is really too mild. I havent read such a relentlessly creepy family saga since John Farriss All Heads Turn as the Hunt Goes By, and that was thirty years ago, give or take. Sharp Objects isnt one of those scare-and-retreat books; its effect is cumulative. I found myself dreading the last thirty pages or so but was helpless to stop turning them. Then, after the lights were out, the story just stayed there in my head, coiled and hissing, like a snake in a cave. An admirably nasty piece of work, elevated by sharp writing and sharper insights."—Stephen King "Not often enough, I come across a first novel so superb that it seems to have been written by an experienced author, perhaps with 20 earlier books to his or her credit. Im extremely excited to discover my first debut blowout this year, a sad, horrifying book called Sharp Objects...[Flynn] is the real deal. Her story, writing and the characters will worm their way uncomfortably beneath your skin...But this is more literary novel than simple mystery, written with anguish and lyricism. It will be short-listed for one or more important awards at the end of the year...Sharp Objects is a 2006 favorite so far. I doubt Ill ever forget it."—Cleveland Plain Dealer"A deeply creepy exploration of small-town Midwestern values and boasts one of the most deliciously dysfunctional families to come along in a while...[Flynn] handles the narrative with confidence and a surprisingly high level of skill...Wind Gap ends up the sort of place youd never want to visit. But with Sharp Objects, youre in no hurry to leave."—San Francisco Chronicle "Brilliant...Powerful, mesmerizing...A stunning, powerful debut from someone who truly has something to say."—San Jose Mercury News "One of the best and most disturbing books I have read in a long time...Flynn never stoops to the gratuitous, and the torment produces haunting characters that hung around my imagination long after I had finished the book. Her skillful blending of old tragedies with new culminated in an oh-my-gosh moment that I never saw coming. This book simply blew me away."—Kansas City Star "Dont look here for the unrelenting self-deprecation and the moping over men common chick lit...I promise youll be thoroughly unnerved at the end."—Newsweek "First-time novelist Flynn is a natural-born thriller."—People Style Watch "A witty, stylish, and compelling debut. A real winner."—Harlan Coben "Flynn delivers a great whodunit, replete with hinting details, telling dialogue, dissembling clues. Better yet, she offers appalling, heartbreaking insight into the darkness of her womens lives: the Stepford polish of desperate housewives, the backstabbing viciousness of drug-gobbling, sex-for-favors Mean Girls, the simmering rage bound to boil over. Piercingly effective and genuinely terrifying."—Kirkus Reviews (starred review) "Fans of psychological thrillers will welcome narrator/Chicago Daily Post reporter Camille Preaker with open arms...As first-time novelist Flynn expertly divulges in this tale reminiscent of the works of Shirley Jackson, there is much more to discover about Wind Gap and, most of all, about Camille."—Library Journal "This impressive debut novel is fueled by stylish writing and compelling portraits...In a particularly seductive narrative style, Flynn adopts the cynical, knowing patter of a weary reporter, but it is her portraits of the towns backstabbing, social-climbing, bored, and bitchy females that provoke her sharpest and most entertaining writing. A stylish turn on dark crimes and even darker psyches."—Booklist "[A] chilling debut thriller...[Flynn] writes fluidly of smalltown America."—Publishers Weekly"[Flynn]] offers up a literary thriller thats a doozy...and she does it with wit and grit, a sort of Hitchcock visits Stephen King, with plenty of the formers offstage and often only implied violence, and the latters sense of pacing and facility with dialogue...This is not a comfortable novel of touchy-feely family fun. Rather, it is a tough tale told with remarkable clarity and dexterity, particularly for a first-time author."—Denver Post"A tense, irresistable thriller...Flynns first-person narration is pitch-perfect, but even more impressive is the way she orchestrates the slim novels onrushing tension toward a heart-stopping climax."—Seattle Post-Intelligencer"Darkly original...Flynn expertly ratchets up the suspense...A disturbing yet riveting tale."—People"Skillful and disturbing...Flynn writes so well. Sometimes she dips her pen in acid, sometimes she is lyrical, but always she chooses her words deftly...She has an unsparing eye for human imperfection and for the evil that moves among us."—Washington Post"Using understated, almost stark prose, Flynn paints a jagged, unflinching portrait of the vise-like psychological bonds between women, and how their demons lead to the perpetuation of cruelties upon themselves and others. The end result is an unsettling portrait of how long emotional wounds can last- and how deeply they hurt."—Baltimore Sun"More in the tradition of Joyce Carol Oates than Agatha Christie, this one will leave readers profoundly disturbed. But from the first line...you know youre in the hands of a talented and accomplished writer."—The Boston Globe"[A] breathtaking debut...Written with multiple twists and turns, Sharp Objects is a work of psychological prowess and page-turning thrills."—Richmond Times"As suspenseful as the V.C. Andrews books you shared in high school, but much smarter."—Glamour"Sharp Objects is one of the freshest debut thrillers to come around in a long while. Its a gripping, substantive story, stripped of cliche, and crafted with great style. The characters are refreshingly real, burdened with psychological issues that enrich the story. And the ending, which I was positive I could predict, is unpredictable. Sharp Objects is, indeed, quite sharp."—Augusten Burroughs"Sharp, clean, exciting writing that grabs you from the first page. A real pleasure."—Kate Atkinson, author of Case Histories and One Good Turn Review Quote NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER "A first novel that reads like the accomplished work of a long-time pro, the book draws you in and keeps you reading with the force of a pure but nasty addiction...Flynns book goes deeper than your average thriller. It has all the narrative drive of a serious pop novel and much of the psychological complexity of a mainstream character study. All in all, a terrific debut." --Alan Cheuse, The Chicago Tribune "A compulsively readable psychological thriller that marks [a] dazzling debut...[Flynn] has written a clever crime story with astonishing twists and turns, and enough suspense for the most demanding fans of the genre. But it is the sensitive yet disturbing depiction of her heroine that makes this an especially engrossing story...Flynns empathic understanding of her major characters leads to storytelling that is sure and true, and it marks her a write to watch." --Chicago Sun-Times "To say this is a terrific debut novel is really too mild. I havent read such a relentlessly creepy family saga since John Farriss All Heads Turn as the Hunt Goes By , and that was thirty years ago, give or take. Sharp Objects isnt one of those scare-and-retreat books; its effect is cumulative. I found myself dreading the last thirty pages or so but was helpless to stop turning them. Then, after the lights were out, the story just stayed there in my head, coiled and hissing, like a snake in a cave. An admirably nasty piece of work, elevated by sharp writing and sharper insights." --Stephen King "Not often enough, I come across a first novel so superb that it seems to have been written by an experienced author, perhaps with 20 earlier books to his or her credit. Im extremely excited to discover my first debut blowout this year, a sad, horrifying book called Sharp Objects ...[Flynn] is the real deal. Her story, writing and the characters will worm their way uncomfortably beneath your skin...But this is more literary novel than simple mystery, written with anguish and lyricism. It will be short-listed for one or more important awards at the end of the year... Sharp Objects is a 2006 favorite so far. I doubt Ill ever forget it." --Cleveland Plain Dealer "A deeply creepy exploration of small-town Midwestern values and boasts one of the most deliciously dysfunctional families to come along in a while...[Flynn] handles the narrative with confidence and a surprisingly high level of skill...Wind Gap ends up the sort of place youd never want to visit. But with Sharp Objects , youre in no hurry to leave." --San Francisco Chronicle "Brilliant...Powerful, mesmerizing...A stunning, powerful debut from someone who truly has something to say." --San Jose Mercury News "One of the best and most disturbing books I have read in a long time...Flynn never stoops to the gratuitous, and the torment produces haunting characters that hung around my imagination long after I had finished the book. Her skillful blending of old tragedies with new culminated in an oh-my-gosh moment that I never saw coming. This book simply blew me away." --Kansas City Star "Dont look here for the unrelenting self-deprecation and the moping over men common chick lit...I promise youll be thoroughly unnerved at the end." --Newsweek "First-time novelist Flynn is a natural-born thriller." --People Style Watch "A witty, stylish, and compelling debut. A real winner." --Harlan Coben "Flynn delivers a great whodunit, replete with hinting details, telling dialogue, dissembling clues. Better yet, she offers appalling, heartbreaking insight into the darkness of her womens lives: the Stepford polish of desperate housewives, the backstabbing viciousness of drug-gobbling, sex-for-favors Mean Girls , the simmering rage bound to boil over. Piercingly effective and genuinely terrifying." --Kirkus Reviews (starred review) "Fans of psychological thrillers will welcome narrator/Chicago Daily Post reporter Camille Preaker with open arms...As first-time novelist Flynn expertly divulges in this tale reminiscent of the works of Shirley Jackson, there is much more to discover about Wind Gap and, most of all, about Camille." --Library Journal "This impressive debut novel is fueled by stylish writing and compelling portraits...In a particularly seductive narrative style, Flynn adopts the cynical, knowing patter of a weary reporter, but it is her portraits of the towns backstabbing, social-climbing, bored, and bitchy females that provoke her sharpest and most entertaining writing. A stylish turn on dark crimes and even darker psyches." --Booklist "[A] chilling debut thriller...[Flynn] writes fluidly of smalltown America." --Publishers Weekly "[Flynn]] offers up a literary thriller thats a doozy...and she does it with wit and grit, a sort of Hitchcock visits Stephen King, with plenty of the formers offstage and often only implied violence, and the latters sense of pacing and facility with dialogue...This is not a comfortable novel of touchy-feely family fun. Rather, it is a tough tale told with remarkable clarity and dexterity, particularly for a first-time author." --Denver Post "A tense, irresistable thriller...Flynns first-person narration is pitch-perfect, but even more impressive is the way she orchestrates the slim novels onrushing tension toward a heart-stopping climax." --Seattle Post-Intelligencer "Darkly original...Flynn expertly ratchets up the suspense...A disturbing yet riveting tale." --People "Skillful and disturbing...Flynn writes so well. Sometimes she dips her pen in acid, sometimes she is lyrical, but always she chooses her words deftly...She has an unsparing eye for human imperfection and for the evil that moves among us." --Washington Post "Using understated, almost stark prose, Flynn paints a jagged, unflinching portrait of the vise-like psychological bonds between women, and how their demons lead to the perpetuation of cruelties upon themselves and others. The end result is an unsettling portrait of how long emotional wounds can last- and how deeply they hurt." --Baltimore Sun "More in the tradition of Joyce Carol Oates than Agatha Christie, this one will leave readers profoundly disturbed. But from the first line...you know youre in the hands of a talented and accomplished writer." --The Boston Globe "[A] breathtaking debut...Written with multiple twists and turns, Sharp Objects is a work of psychological prowess and page-turning thrills." --Richmond Times "As suspenseful as the V.C. Andrews books you shared in high school, but much smarter." --Glamour " Sharp Objects is one of the freshest debut thrillers to come around in a long while. Its a gripping, substantive story, stripped of cliche, and crafted with great style. The characters are refreshingly real, burdened with psychological issues that enrich the story. And the ending, which I was positive I could predict, is unpredictable. Sharp Objects is, indeed, quite sharp." --Augusten Burroughs "Sharp, clean, exciting writing that grabs you from the first page. A real pleasure." --Kate Atkinson, author of Case Histories and One Good Turn Description for Reading Group Guide A Readers Guide for Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn For additional features, visit www.gillian-flynn.com. In order to provide reading groups with the most informed and thought-provoking questions possible, it is necessary to reveal important aspects of the plot of this novel. If you have not finished reading Sharp Objects, we respectfully suggest that you wait before reviewing this guide. Introduction A second-rate reporter for a fourth-rate newspaper, Camille Preaker returns to the tiny, troubled town of her childhood in search of her breakout story. The lead: A murderer is targeting young girls in gruesome fashion. Its the kind of dark-hearted crime coverage thats right up her alley--in the last place shed choose to go. Wind Gap, Missouri, is ill-equipped to solve murders, unaccustomed to the media coverage a public crime attracts. But its citizens are well acquainted with private cruelty, violence, and pain . . . as Camille rediscovers while she investigates the murders and her own dark past. Through the distorted lenses of drugs, deceit, and long-held resentment, she begins to piece together a horrifying story that hits closer to home than she ever expected. Discussion Question for Reading Group Guide 1. Soon after arriving in Wind Gap, Camille reflects, "Curry was wrong: Being an insider was more distracting than useful." What exactly was Curry wrong about? What advantages did he think Camilles "insider" status would bring with it? Was he, ultimately, wrong? 2. After ten years of abstinence, what is it that motivates Camilles promiscuity during her return to Wind Gap? What do you make of her choice of partners--both relative outsiders in the town? 3. Does Camille deliberately sabotage her relationship with Richard? Could they have made a good couple? 4. Driving through Wind Gap, Camille describes the character of each distinct section of town, including its architecture: often poorly executed renovations and new construction. What do you make of her critiques? How are their homes symbolic of the people of Wind Gap? 5. Does Amma feel real affection for Camille? What are her motivations for getting closer to Camille? 6. What similarities do you see between Camille and Amma? What similarities do you think Camille sees? 7. Why is Amma so obsessed with her dollhouse? What significance does it hold for her? 8. Camille is addicted to "cutting," a form of self-harm. Why do you think she specifically cuts words into her skin? 9. Camille is shocked when her suspicions about Marians illnesses are confirmed. Do you think she believes Adora deliberately killed Marian? Do you believe Marians death was intentional? 10. Is there goodness in Adora? Are there any moments when she seems to you more human, or more kind? 11. How would you describe Alan--a man who, as Camille says, never sweats--living among so much anxiety? Do you see this type of contrast--between cleanliness and filth, order and disorder--elsewhere in the book? 12. The story about cutting off her own hair before school-picture day is attributed both to Ann and to Camille. Why do you think the author makes this connection? 13. Discuss the role of substance abuse in the book. How does it define the characters, their behavior, and the town of Wind Gap? How does it contribute to the telling of the story, as the focus--and the substances themselves--intensify during the course of the book? 14. Discuss the theme of violence throughout the book, including animal slaughter, sexual assault, cutting, biting, and, of course, murder. What do you make of the way residents of Wind Gap respond to violence? 15. "A ring of perfect skin." One on Camilles back, another on her mothers wrist. What significance does this have? How alike are Camille and her mother? In what crucial ways are they different? 16. Why does Camille allow herself to be poisoned by Adora? 17. In describing her crimes, Amma recalls happy, "wild" times with Ann and Natalie. Why isnt Amma able to keep these girls as friends? Do their violent undercurrents doom these friendships to fail, or could they have been overcome? 18. As a reporter, Camille often has to distinguish between original quotes and quotes that are influenced by "true crime" dramas. What is the author saying about our society and our exposure to crime stories? Are the police working the case also guilty of this pop-culture shorthand? 19. At the end of the book, Camille isnt certain of her answer to one key question: "Was I good at caring for Amma because of kindness? Or did I like caring for Amma because I have Adoras sickness?" What is your opinion? 20. How important do you think the outward appearance of the people in Sharp Objects is to their personalities? Ugliness and beauty are themes throughout the book, but are they the key themes? Or do the characters rise above the visual? Excerpt from Book Chapter One My sweater was new, stinging red and ugly. It was May 12 but the temperature had dipped to the forties, and after four days shivering in my shirtsleeves, I grabbed cover at a tag sale rather than dig through my boxed-up winter clothes. Spring in Chicago. In my gunny-covered cubicle I sat staring at the computer screen. My story for the day was a limp sort of evil. Four kids, ages two through six, were found locked in a room on the South Side with a couple of tuna sandwiches and a quart of milk. Theyd been left three days, flurrying like chickens over the food and feces on the carpet. Their mother had wandered off for a suck on the pipe and just forgotten. Sometimes thats what happens. No cigarette burns, no bone snaps. Just an irretrievable slipping. Id seen the mother after the arrest: twenty-two-year-old Tammy Davis, blonde and fat, with pink rouge on her cheeks in two perfect circles the size of shot glasses. I could imagine her sitting on a shambled-down sofa, her lips on that metal, a sharp burst of smoke. Then all was fast floating, her kids way behind, as she shot back to junior high, when the boys still cared and she was the prettiest, a glossy-lipped thirteen-year-old who mouthed cinnamon sticks before she kissed. A belly. A smell. Cigarettes and old coffee. My editor, esteemed, weary Frank Curry, rocking back in his cracked Hush Puppies. His teeth soaked in brown tobacco saliva. "Where are you on the story, kiddo?" There was a silver tack on my desk, point up. He pushed it lightly under a yellow thumbnail. "Near done." I had two inches of copy. I needed six. "Good. Fuck her, file it, and come to my office." "I can come now." "Fuck her, file it, then come to my office." "Fine. Ten minutes." I wanted my thumbtack back. He started out of my cubicle. His tie swayed down near his crotch. "Preaker?" "Yes, Curry?" "Fuck her." Frank Curry thinks Im a soft touch. Might be because Im a woman. Might be because Im a soft touch. Currys office is on the third floor. Im sure he gets panicky-pissed every time he looks out the window and sees the trunk of a tree. Good editors dont see bark; they see leaves--if they can even make out trees from up on the twentieth, thirtieth floor. But for the Daily Post, fourth-largest paper in Chicago, relegated to the suburbs, theres room to sprawl. Three floors will do, spreading relentlessly outward, like a spill, unnoticed among the carpet retailers and lamp shops. A corporate developer produced our township over three well-organized years--1961-64--then named it after his daughter, whod suffered a serious equestrian accident a month before the job was finished. Aurora Springs, he ordered, pausing for a photo by a brand-new city sign. Then he took his family and left. The daughter, now in her fifties and fine except for an occasional tingling in her arms, lives in Arizona and returns every few years to take a photo by her namesake sign, just like Pop. I wrote the story on her last visit. Curry hated it, hates most slice-of-life pieces. He got smashed off old Chambord while he read it, left my copy smelling like raspberries. Curry gets drunk fairly quietly, but often. Its not the reason, though, that he has such a cozy view of the ground. Thats just yawing bad luck. I walked in and shut the door to his office, which isnt how Id ever imagined my editors office would look. I craved big oak panels, a window pane in the door--marked Chief--so the cub reporters could watch us rage over First Amendment rights. Currys office is bland and institutional, like the rest of the building. You could debate journalism or get a Pap smear. No one cared. "Tell me about Wind Gap." Curry held the tip of a ballpoint pen at his grizzled chin. I could picture the tiny prick of blue it would leave among the stubble. "Its at the very bottom of Missouri, in the boot heel. Spitting distance from Tennessee and Arkansas," I said, hustling for my facts. Curry loved to drill reporters on any topics he deemed pertinent--the number of murders in Chicago last year, the demographics for Cook County, or, for some reason, the story of my hometown, a topic I preferred to avoid. "Its been around since before the Civil War," I continued. "Its near the Mississippi, so it was a port city at one point. Now its biggest business is hog butchering. About two thousand people live there. Old money and trash." "Which are you?" "Im trash. From old money." I smiled. He frowned. "And what the hell is going on?" I sat silent, cataloguing various disasters that might have befallen Wind Gap. Its one of those crummy towns prone to misery: A bus collision or a twister. An explosion at the silo or a toddler down a well. I was also sulking a bit. Id hoped--as I always do when Curry calls me into his office--that he was going to compliment me on a recent piece, promote me to a better beat, hell, slide over a slip of paper with a 1 percent raise scrawled on it--but I was unprepared to chat about current events in Wind Gap. "Your moms still there, right, Preaker?" "Mom. Stepdad." A half sister born when I was in college, her existence so unreal to me I often forgot her name. Amma. And then Marian, always long-gone Marian. "Well dammit, you ever talk to them?" Not since Christmas: a chilly, polite call after administering three bourbons. Id worried my mother could smell it through the phone lines. "Not lately." "Jesus Christ, Preaker, read the wires sometime. I guess there was a murder last August? Little girl strangled?" I nodded like I knew. I was lying. My mother was the only person in Wind Gap with whom I had even a limited connection, and shed said nothing. Curious. "Now another ones missing. Sounds like it might be a serial to me. Drive down there and get me the story. Go quick. Be there tomorrow morning." No way. "We got horror stories here, Curry." "Yeah, and we also got three competing papers with twice the staff and cash." He ran a hand through his hair, which fell into frazzled spikes. "Im sick of getting slammed out of news. This is our chance to break something. Big." Curry believes with just the right story, wed become the overnight paper of choice in Chicago, gain national credibility. Last year another paper, not us, sent a writer to his hometown somewhere in Texas after a group of teens drowned in the spring floods. He wrote an elegiac but well-reported piece on the nature of water and regret, covered everything from the boys basketball team, which lost its three best players, to the local funeral home, which was desperately unskilled in cleaning up drowned corpses. The story won a Pulitzer. I still didnt want to go. So much so, apparently, that Id wrapped my hands around the arms of my chair, as if Curry might try to pry me out. He sat and stared at me a few beats with his watery hazel eyes. He cleared his throat, looked at his photo of his wife, and smiled like he was a doctor about to break bad news. Curry loved to bark--it fit his old-school image of an editor--but he was also one of the most decent people I knew. "Look, kiddo, if you cant do this, you cant do it. But I think it might be good for you. Flush some stuff out. Get you back on your feet. Its a damn good story--we need it. You need it." Curry had always backed me. He thought Id be his best reporter, said I had a surprising mind. In my two years on the job Id consistently fallen short of expectations. Sometimes strikingly. Now I could feel him across the desk, urging me to give him a little faith. I nodded in what I hoped was a confident fashion. "Ill go pack." My hands left sweatprints on the chair. I had no pets to worry about, no plants to leave with a neighbor. Into a duffel bag, I tucked away enough clothes to last me five days, my own reassurance Id be out of Wind Gap before weeks end. As I took a final glance around my place, it revealed itself to me in a rush. The apartment looked like a college kids: cheap, transitory, and mostly uninspired. I promised myself Id invest in a decent sofa when I returned as a reward for the stunning story I was sure to dig up. On the table by the door sat a photo of a preteen me holding Marian at about age seven. Were both laughing. She has her eyes wide open in surprise, I have mine scrunched shut. Im squeezing her into me, her short skinny legs dangling over my knees. I cant remember the occasion or what we were laughing about. Over the years its become a pleasant mystery. I think I like not knowing. I take baths. Not showers. I cant handle the spray, it gets my skin buzzing, like someones turned on a switch. So I wadded a flimsy motel towel over the grate in the shower floor, aimed the nozzle at the wall, and sat in the three inches of water that pooled in the stall. Someone elses pubic hair floated by. I got out. No second towel, so I ran to my bed and blotted myself with the cheap spongy blanket. Then I drank warm bourbon and cursed the ice machine. Wind Gap is about eleven hours south of Chicago. Curry had graciously allowed me a budget for one nights motel stay and breakfast in the morning, if I ate at a gas station. But once I got in town, I was staying at my mothers. That he decided for me. I already knew the reaction Id get when I showed up at her door. A quick, shocked flustering, her hand to her hair, a mismatched hug that would leave me aimed slightly to one Details ISBN0307341550 Author Gillian Flynn Short Title SHARP OBJECTS Language English ISBN-10 0307341550 ISBN-13 9780307341556 Media Book Format Paperback DEWEY FIC Year 2007 Publication Date 2007-07-31 Birth 1971 Series Three Rivers Press Subtitle A Novel DOI 10.1604/9780307341556 Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2007-07-31 NZ Release Date 2007-07-31 US Release Date 2007-07-31 UK Release Date 1900-01-01 Pages 272 Publisher Random House USA Inc Imprint Random House Inc Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:44287827;

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