Sharp Objects features Camille Preaker, a writer for the newspaper Daily Post in Chicago, who has been given a difficult assignment to investigate the death of two girls who had died in her hometown. Aside from a troubling past, Camille will have to confront her eerie mother and a half sister that she barely knows. With the help of Richard, a confident detective from Kansas City, Camille digs deeper in order to figure out what happened to the girls and to get a statement for her newspaper. But as she meets old friends and new enemies, along with having to deal with her controlling mother and attention-seeking half-sister, Camille realizes that it may not be as easy as she thought it would be. As she delves deeper into the case and spends more time in her hometown, she isn’t sure that she’s ready to accept the truth just yet.
Sharp Objects initially offered an exciting premise: a news reporter investigating deaths in her hometown while meeting old faces, not knowing whether someone could potentially be the infamous killer. What I got instead was just a spoonful of nonsense. This book was slow and made no sense at the same time, an achievement that I had thought that only Daniel Silva could obtain. Camille had no personality besides having a terrible past and a pretty face. Her relationship with her half-sister, Amma, was even more confusing because they could be tucking each other into bed one night and not even an hour later be beating each other up. I mainly only chose to read this book because it was short and had a big font, something I NEED in order to get the GINORMOUS reading slump I am in. But I should have known from previous experience with Gone Girl that Gillian Flynn’s books are only good at creating reading slumps. The plot was filled with unnecessary bits of information from the past that the plot itself seemed entirely uninteresting and boring compared to the memories that Camille owned about her dead sister and experiences of being subject to emotional abuse by her mother. The characters in this book seemed like characters out of a 2019 adult movie: unrealistic and containing dialogue that is only fit for adult movies made in 2019. It took me a whole week to get through 12 pages alone in this book. I wish I had taken my previous thought and just stopped reading without the hope of justifying Gillian Flynn’s writing once again. To this day, I still don’t understand how fans of Gillin Flynn are able to read through her books in one sitting. A superpower that I wish I had, truly. (Not for Gillian Flynn, though)