I finished this earlier this morning.
Jesus H. Christ.
I think I loved it. But not because the people in it are terribly nice. And not because it was especially relatable (that only happened in a few parts). What got me was how utterly believable the two leads were, even in the most outrageous of circumstances.
The story is hella fucked up, and no-one is likeable and all that jazz, but despite the high levels of straight-up cray, Gillian Flynn has written two people who could be actually, terrifyingly real. There’s just enough real life detail for you to not dismiss this as a work of fanciful fiction; just enough reality to make you pause and go, “you know what? I don’t approve of a lot of this ish. But I understand”. And that’s what makes the book kind of scary.
It’s a very absorbing read.