This is easily one of the best contemporary works of fiction I’ve read. The thing I liked most in the book is the unreliability of both narrators. I regret watching the film before reading this book, as it completely destroyed the ending for me.
I like this kind of storytelling, one that will keep you guessing, and will force you to understand and listen to the deeper meaning of things, to their real wants and needs of the characters.
I can’t tell much about the writing of the setting, the characters, the antagonists, because as I said before, I watched the movie, so while reading, I was seeing a darker, gloomier, painted with-my-own-perspective version of the movie.
I loved how Amy thought, how she was patient in her revenge, how terribly manipulative she is, how she kept herself beautiful and feminine at the same time. I didn’t share her moral compass, of course, but I tend to like these characters — women who do not need to scream or act short of being feminine to exude power. Sansa Stark. Margaery Tyrell. Aunt March. I love them.
Despite her neuroses and psychopathic behavior, I kind of see myself in Amy. I idolize her in my own twisted way. I see myself in her. Here’s a woman who doesn’t recoil from herself. She knows she’s crazy, and she doesn’t give a damn about it. What she’s doing with people is downright disgusting, but if you think about it, what people demand of her is equally appalling. In the end, everyone got what they deserved.