The world stops for you when you’re pretty. That’s why women spend billions of crap for their faces. Their whole life, they’re the center of attention. People want to be around them just because they’re attractive. Their jokes are funnier. Their lives are better. And then suddenly, they get bags under their eyes or they put on a little weight and no one cares about them anymore. They cease to exist.
More than twenty years ago, Claire and Lydia’s teenaged sister Julia vanished without a trace. The two women have not spoken since, and now their lives could not be more different. Claire is the glamorous trophy wife of an Atlanta millionaire. Lydia, a single mother, dates an ex-con and struggles to make ends meet. But neither has recovered from the horror and heartbreak of their shared loss—a devastating wound that’s cruelly ripped open when Claire’s husband is killed.
The disappearance of a teenage girl and the murder of a middle-aged man, almost a quarter-century apart: what could connect them? Forming a wary truce, the surviving sisters look to the past to find the truth, unearthing the secrets that destroyed their family all those years ago . . . and uncovering the possibility of redemption, and revenge, where they least expect it. Taken from Goodreads.
Full disclosure, I never want to read Gone Girl or The Girl on the Train (or watch the movie adaptation, for that matter) because I’m a wimp. I get scared easily. I hate the feeling of losing five months of my life every time something scares the crap out of me. Having said that, surely I wouldn’t voluntarily read a thriller book, right? Yeah, well, another thing about me, is that I tend to not like being told what to do. And as a result, I tend to make a LOT of mistakes. Reading this book is one of those moments where I made the mistake.
If it’s any indication, even from the first few chapters I knew this book is going to fuck me up big time. I knew it, but I kept on reading anyway. Why? Because I’m curious, because I don’t like being told to do something else, and because I honestly thought this book was so interesting that there is no way I was going to put this book down.
Oh boy, was I completely fuck myself badly.
Time and time again, along the way I was reading this book, I kept on thinking, “gosh, this is really fucked up”. But I also have to admit that this book was so interesting. I really thought, “well now that the fucked up part is already presented in the beginning, surely things aren’t going to get any worse than this, right?”
I was wrong. I was, oh so, very wrong.
I thought reading the book during daytime would have made this book less fucked up. It didn’t, by the way. And yet, I still couldn’t put this book down. I was suck into its world and its story. I was in too deep at that point. I feel like the author is joking with me. I kept on feeling scared out of my wits, but I also am super curious. Like, I have to know the ending. Why is the author torturing me??
Halfway through the book, I am convinced that the author indeed was torturing me. It’s as if she knew that the reader was hooked and there was no way the reader was going to give up the book, no matter how scary it was. But then, the annoying part of the book really pisses me off.
The author went to lengthy details of stuff just to build up the intensity of the plot.
It’s annoying, I tell you. I brave myself through all the scary, disgusting, and fucked up part of the book because I am so interested with the story, and here the author is just taking the piss. She went on to an incredible lengthy details, things I’m pretty sure had it been omitted from the story, the plot in itself would have been fine. Eventually, because I was so freaking bored and pissed with all the unnecessary details, I took a gamble and just skim some parts and went back a couple of paragraphs if there were things I don’t quite understand. Whilst we’re on the topic of the things that annoy me from the author,
what is up with the overused of the word sliver?
I’ve seen it a number of times in the book. The word sliver is not that commonly used, therefore seeing it pop-up in the book begs my attention and then I realised, I didn’t like the word. And I am annoyed every time it pops up.
All in all, this was such an addictive story.
How could a scaredy cat like me manage to march on through all the fucked up things in this book? Well, because the story was THAT good! I kid you not. Yes, there were stuffs that annoy me (the lengthy details, the use of the word sliver, to name a few), but other than that this was definitely a solid good book. I was on the edge of my seat the whole time, no matter daytime or night time. I had to look left and right the whole time because I was so scared that everything to me felt so real, that I start fearing for my own safety.
Seriously, if you like stories like Gone Girl or The Girl on the Train, this could be your cup of tea. But, let this be a warning, PRETTY GIRLS is way better and more nerve wrecking than the former two. Well, if I were to judge from the reviews and the trailers of the two movies (okay, I never read the book, but seriously this is better, I’m certain).
Title: Pretty Girls
Author: Karin Slaughter
Genre: Fiction, Mystery, Thriller