Gillian Flynn is a seriously fucked up person. And that's awesome. 
 Five minutes after I started this book a girl walked past me and asked "Have you read Dark Places? She is seriously fucked up." 
 I read Gone Girl and thought she was seriously fucked up. 
 This book is so much more fucked up than I thought it would be. 
 This is a rare occasion where the cover tells you exactly what you need to know. The image of a razor tells you exactly how comfortable you're going to be during the entire time. It's visceral, blunt, horrifying, and mentally invasive. 
 This book has so much about femininity, matrilineal bonds, the bleakness of female sexual awakening. It's not preachy feminism, it just quietly captures the images and emotions of fucked up maternal relationships, bloodlines, sexual abuse, and jealousy. 
 I love the subversion of thriller tropes. Flynn writes female depravity so well it borders on an empowerment fantasy. Men trying to destroy women is common. Women trying to destroy women is horrific. 
 I felt weirdly comforted by this read. It brings out the brutality of all my darkest thoughts, the things as women we are taught to never say, and the raging, silent violence was just so effective. It was what I assume taking a razor to her skin felt like for Camille, it hurt, but suddenly everything just felt better. Controlled violence. Female violence. Violence against women by women. Not a helpless rape victim. Not a femme fatale. Not another fucking tragic backstory trope. It's new, it's fresh, and it's cold. This book is going to fucking haunt me and not many books can do that.