Acabo de terminar Gone Girl, sí, ese libro que comencé hace casi un mes. Yo sé que normalmente no me tardo leyendo un libro, pero es que, bueno, no atrapaba mi interés. Era una página buena por cada 4 aburridas, repletas de descripciones sin fin.
Había leído que este libro era de misterio, pero la verdad el misterio se resuelve justo a la mitad del libro, de manera bastante obvia, y luego solo seguí leyendo esperando que comenzara otro misterio o que la historia tomara un giro inesperado... Y simplemente nunca sucedió.
Los personajes son interesantes y el libro tiene varias frases espectaculares, pero el desarrollo de la trama deja demasiado que desear. Fue TAN frustrante que no tengo ni palabras para explicarlo...
Pero supongo que esa es solo Diario Glire hablando, Asombrosa Glire jamás diría eso.
Ahora, la unica razón por la que le puse 3 estrellas y no menos:
"Love makes you want to be a better man – right, right. But maybe love, real love, also gives you permission to just be the man you are."
"Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl.
Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl."
"We searched every cranny of my father’s house, which didn’t take long, since it’s so pathetically empty. The cabinets, the closets. I yanked at the corners of rugs to see if they came up. I peeked into his washer and dryer, stuck a hand up his chimney. I even looked behind the toilet tanks.
‘Very Godfather of you,’ Go said.
‘If it were very Godfather, I’d have found what we were looking for and come out shooting.’"
"Nick didn’t own a pair of scissors when we moved in together. No scissors, no iron, no stapler, and I remember asking him how he thought he was possibly civilized without a pair of scissors, and he said of course he wasn’t and swooped me up in his arms and threw me on the bed and pounced on top of me, and I laughed because I was still Cool Girl. I laughed instead of thinking about what it meant.
One should never marry a man who doesn’t own a decent set of scissors. That would be my advice. It leads to bad things."
"Bang bang bang. I understand now why so many horror movies use that device – the mysterious knock on the door – because it has the weight of a nightmare. You don’t know what’s out there, yet you know you’ll open it. You’ll think what I think: No one bad ever knocks."