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 I struggled between giving this book a 3 star or 4 star rating. In those three seconds of decision-making, I made it a 4. This book disturbed the living crap out of me, but that didn't mean that it wasn't written with the same stroke of GENIUS that made me rank Gillian Flynn as one of my top 5 favourite authors in the first place. 
 I read this book last. I was advised not to read her book out of chronological order, but it worked for me, and I'm glad I finished with this one. The level of darkness this book ranks in is very damn close to pitch black. It started off with a poem, which was a perfect, if not THE perfect, stage setting. I was instantly placed a frame of mind that I knew would be impossible to get out of until the very.last.page. I couldn't have been more right... 
 Libby Day survived. She fled from her house as her family-her mother, and two sisters-was being brutally murdered one cold winter night. Fast forward to now, Libby is 32-years-old, and has grown to that point firmly believing that her brother was the monster behind her family's death. She holds it true, turns it around in her head, and lives within the nightmares it produces. I hated Libby Day. I hated the person she became, and the way she chose to live her life. I recently watched an interview with Gillian Flynn, where she states that she initially wrote Libby's character as completely likable. She later went back and made her the exact opposite, and I can't thank her more. 
 Libby's character was disturbed, and disturbing-exactly what she should have been, considering the circumstances. I wouldn't have had her any other way, I loved to hate her is what it was, and I loved getting a chance to see her mind unravel what she was given; take what she heard and put it in the place in her head where only doubt had resided before. I also grew anxious, and a little frustratingly so. Ms. Flynn laid out the storyline in past-present, different character POV sort of style-so that just when I was getting REALLY into someone's story..BOOM! Time has fast-forwarded or gone backwards. I was impatient =(..it was purely impatience. It was absolutely NO reflection of the books greatness, because MAN was it great. 
 I think the author picked the perfect POV's in which to tell the story from. Libby Day, Ben Day and their mother. It all worked together so seamlessly, effortlessly, that's how I would describe Flynn's writing: effortless. I was again extremely awe-struck with her ability to intertwine moments, and people within those moments, to make a perfect, coherent, whole. Just MASTERFUL. I have never read psychological thrillers that were written with such exactness, with such care to the details. The darkness got to me, yes, at one point I was reading it alone, in a pitch black room, with only the light of my phone stopping my brain from telling my legs to "GET OUT!" .."Find somewhere brighter! Somewhere filled with happy, SANE people!..DO IIITT QUICK!" The darkness of this book will seep into your blood, it will penetrate into your mind, and start a slow, dull, pounding. There are strange things this book will make you feel..you will crave sunshine, I can guarantee it. 
 The end of this book snuck around a corner and HIT ME. I was not expecting it in any way, shape, or form. It was like someone finally opened a curtain, but there was only a thin stream of sunshine let in. I'll admit it, I was a little disappointed-and somehow that makes me feel a little sadistic. Oh man, this book warped my brain. I don't even have any more words. 
 Please read this book, please read every book by this author.