Okay, so when I read Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn, I was riveted.
I ignored Tom.
I ignored my children.
I just wanted to read.
I wanted to find out what happened to Amy. Did her husband Nick kill her?
"Mommy, Tommy shut me out of his room. It's RUDE," Natalie whined at me, and all I did was hold up one finger as I flipped a page.
"And now you're rude," Natalie said when she realized I was going to do nothing.
I think Tom asked what was for dinner. Again, I held up a finger. I might have said something like, "Berries," because I was distracted.
The book had a hold on me. I wanted to read, read, read. I didn't want to do pesky things like clean or cook or break up fights.
When I got to the end of Gone Girl, I was stunned. I did this:
I mean, of course I didn't do that. I sort of wanted to. I just couldn't BELIEVE the nonsense I was reading.
"I don't understand!" I bellowed.
"Me either," Natalie said. "Why won't Stampy Cat come to my world?"
The book upset me for a couple of days. As I shopped for groceries, I thought, "But why, Nick?"
As I cooked dinner, I thought, "Amy, you and Glenn Close from Fatal Attraction would have lots to talk about.."
I do recommend the book. But it'll probably upset you.
And the movie?
Is pretty close to the book. Gillian Flynn wrote the screenplay.
I found myself upset all over again as I watched the movie.
"Amy! For heaven's sake!"
So go read the book. Go see the movie.
But prepare to be annoyed.