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ી Free Read  Format Kindle [ ा Dark Places: A Novel ] 灙 ePUB By Gillian Flynn ᓀ ી Free Read Format Kindle [ ा Dark Places: A Novel ] 灙 ePUB By Gillian Flynn ᓀ Libby DayNowI have a meanness inside me, real as an organ Slit me at my belly and it might slide out, meaty and dark, drop on the floor so you could stomp on it Its the Day blood Somethings wrong with it I was never a good little girl, and I got worse after the murders Little Orphan Libby grew up sullen and boneless, shuffled around a group of lesser relativessecond cousins and great aunts and friends of friendsstuck in a series of mobile homes or rotting ranch houses all across Kansas Me going to school in my dead sisters hand me downs Shirts with mustardy armpits Pants with baggy bottoms, comically loose, held on with a raggedy belt cinched to the farthest hole In class photos my hair was always crookedbarrettes hanging loosely from strands, as if they were airborne objects caught in the tanglesand I always had bulging pockets under my eyes, drunk landlady eyes Maybe a grudging curve of the lips where a smile should be Maybe.I was not a lovable child, and Id grown into a deeply unlovable adult Draw a picture of my soul, and itd be a scribble with fangs.It was miserable, wet bone March and I was lying in bed thinking about killing myself, a hobby of mine Indulgent afternoon daydreaming A shotgun, my mouth, a bang and my head jerking once, twice, blood on the wall Spatter, splatter Did she want to be buried or cremated people would ask Who should come to the funeral And no one would know The people, whoever they were, would just look at each others shoes or shoulders until the silence settled in and then someone would put on a pot of coffee, briskly and with a fair amount of clatter Coffee goes great with sudden death.I pushed a foot out from under my sheets, but couldnt bring myself to connect it to the floor I am, I guess, depressed I guess Ive been depressed for about twenty four years I can feel a better version of me somewhere in therehidden behind a liver or attached to a bit of spleen within my stunted, childish bodya Libby thats telling me to get up, do something, grow up, move on But the meanness usually wins out My brother slaughtered my family when I was seven My mom, two sisters, gone bang bang, chop chop, choke choke I didnt really have to do anything after that, nothing was expected.I inherited 321,374 when I turned eighteen, the result of all those well wishers whod read about my sad story, do gooders whose hearts had gone out to me Whenever I hear that phrase, and I hear it a lot, I picture juicy doodle hearts, complete with bird wings, flapping toward one of my many crap ass childhood homes, my little girl self at the window, waving and grabbing each bright heart, green cash sprinkling down on me, thanks, thanks a ton When I was still a kid, the donations were placed in a conservatively managed bank account, which, back in the day, saw a jump about every threefour years, when some magazine or news station ran an update on me Little Libbys Brand New Day The Lone Survivor of the Prairie Massacre Turns a Bittersweet 10 Me in scruffy pigtails on the possum pissed lawn outside my Aunt Dianes trailer Dianes thick tree calves, exposed by a rare skirt, planted on the trailer steps behind me Brave Baby Days Sweet 16 Me, still miniature, my face aglow with birthday candles, my shirt too tight over breasts that had gone D cup that year, comic book sized on my tiny frame, ridiculous, porny Id lived off that cash for than thirteen years, but it was almost gone I had a meeting that afternoon to determine exactly how gone Once a year the man who managed the money, an unblinking, pink cheeked banker named Jim Jeffreys, insisted on taking me to lunch, a checkup, he called it Wed eat something in the twenty dollar range and talk about my lifehed known me since I was this high, after all, heheh As for me, I knew almost nothing about Jim Jeffreys, and never asked, viewing the appointments always from the same kids eye view Be polite, but barely, and get it over with Single word answers, tired sighs The one thing I suspected about Jim Jeffreys was that he must be Christian, churchyhe had the patience and optimism of someone who thought Jesus was watching I wasnt due for a checkup for another eight or nine months, but Jim Jeffreys had nagged, leaving phone messages in a serious, hushed voice, saying hed done all he could to extend the life of the fund, but it was time to think about next steps.And here again came the meanness I immediately thought about that other little tabloid girl, Jamie Something, whod lost her family the same year1985 Shed had part of her face burned off in a fire her dad set that killed everyone else in her family Any time I hit the ATM, I think of that Jamie girl, and how if she hadnt stolen my thunder, Id have twice as much money That Jamie Whatever was out at some mall with my cash, buying fancy handbags and jewelry and buttery department store makeup to smooth onto her shiny, scarred face Which was a horrible thing to think, of course I at least knew that.Finally, finally, finally I pulled myself out of bed with a stage effect groan and wandered to the front of my house I rent a small brick bungalow within a loop of other small brick bungalows, all of which squat on a massive bluff overlooking the former stockyards of Kansas City Kansas City, Missouri, not Kansas City, Kansas Theres a difference.My neighborhood doesnt even have a name, its so forgotten Its called Over There That Way A weird, subprime area, full of dead ends and dog crap The other bungalows are packed with old people whove lived in them since they were built The old people sit, gray and pudding like, behind screen windows, peering out at all hours Sometimes they walk to their cars on careful elderly tiptoes that make me feel guilty, like I should go help But they wouldnt like that They are not friendly old peoplethey are tight lipped, pissed off old people who do not appreciate me being their neighbor, this new person The whole area hums with their disapproval So theres the noise of their disdain and theres the skinny red dog two doors down who barks all day and howls all night, the constant background noise you dont realize is driving you crazy until it stops, just a few blessed moments, and then starts up again The neighborhoods only cheerful sound I usually sleep through the morning coos of toddlers A troop of them, round faced and multilayered, walk to some daycare hidden even farther in the rats nest of streets behind me, each clutching a section of a long piece of rope trailed by a grown up They march, penguin style, past my house every morning, but I have not once seen them return For all I know, they troddle around the entire world and return in time to pass my window again in the morning Whatever the story, I am attached to them There are three girls and a boy, all with a fondness for bright red jacketsand when I dont seen them, when I oversleep, I actually feel blue Bluer Thatd be the word my mom would use, not something as dramatic as depressed Ive had the blues for twenty four years.I put on a skirt and blouse for the meeting, feeling dwarfy, my grown up, big girl clothes never quite fitting Im barely five footfour foot, ten inches in truth, but I round up Sue me Im thirty one, but people tend to talk to me in singsong, like they want to give me fingerpaints.I headed down my weedy front slope, the neighbors red dog launching into its busybody barking On the pavement near my car are the smashed skeletons of two baby birds, their flattened beaks and wings making them look reptilian Theyve been there for a year I cant resist looking at them each time I get in my car We need a good flood, wash them away.Two elderly women were talking on the front steps of a house across the street, and I could feel them refusing to see me I dont know anyones name If one of those women died, I couldnt even say, Poor old Mrs Zalinsky died Id have to say, That mean old bitch across the street bit it.Feeling like a child ghost, I climbed into my anonymous midsized car, which seems to be made mostly of plastic I keep waiting for someone from the dealership to show up and tell me the obvious Its a joke You cant actually drive this We were kidding I trance drove my toy car ten minutes downtown to meet Jim Jeffreys, rolling into the steakhouse parking lot twenty minutes late, knowing hed smile all kindly and say nothing about my tardiness.I was supposed to call him from my cell phone when I arrived so he could trot out and escort me in The restauranta great, old school KC steakhouseis surrounded by hollowed out buildings that concern him, as if a troop of rapists were permanently crouched in their empty husks awaiting my arrival Jim Jeffreys is not going to be The Guy Who Let Something Bad Happen to Libby Day Nothing bad can happen to BRAVE BABY DAY, LITTLE GIRL LOST, the pathetic, red headed seven year old with big blue eyes, the only one who survived the PRAIRIE MASSACRE, the KANSAS CRAZE KILLINGS, the FARMHOUSE SATAN SACRIFICE My mom, two older sisters, all butchered by Ben The only one left, Id fingered him as the murderer I was the cutie pie who brought my Devil worshiping brother to justice I was big news The Enquirer put my tearful photo on the front page with the headline ANGEL FACE.I peered into the rearview mirror and could see my baby face even now My freckles were faded, and my teeth straightened, but my nose was still pug and my eyes kitten round I dyed my hair now, a white blonde, but the red roots had grown in It looked like my scalp was bleeding, especially in the late day sunlight It looked gory I lit a cigarette Id go for months without smoking, and then remember I need a cigarette Im like that, nothing sticks.Lets go, Baby Day, I said aloud Its what I call myself when Im feeling hateful.I got out of the car and smoked my way toward the restaurant, holding the cigarette in my right hand so I didnt have to look at the left hand, the mangled one It was almost evening Migrant clouds floated in packs across the sky like buffalo, and the sun was just low enough to spray everything pink Toward the river, between the looping highway ramps, obsolete grain elevators sat vacant, dusk black and pointless.I walked across the parking lot all by myself, atop a constellation of crushed glass I was not attacked It was, after all, just past 5 p.m Jim Jeffreys was an early bird eater, proud of it.He was sitting at the bar when I walked in, sipping a pop, and the first thing he did, as I knew he would, was grab his cell phone from his jacket pocket and stare at it as if it had betrayed him.Did you call he frowned.No, I forgot, I lied.He smiled then Well, anyway Anyway, Im glad youre here, sweetheart Ready to talk turkey He slapped two bucks on the bartop, and maneuvered us over to a red leather booth sprouting yellow stuffing from its cracks The broken slits scraped the backs of my legs as I slid in A whoof of cigarette stink burped out of the cushions.Jim Jeffreys never drank liquor in front of me, and never asked me if I wanted a drink, but when the waiter came I ordered a glass of red wine and watched him try not to look surprised, or disappointed, or anything but Jim Jeffreyslike What kind of red the waiter asked, and I had no idea, reallyI never could remember the names of reds or whites, or which part of the name you were supposed to say out loud, so I just said, House He ordered a steak, I ordered a double stuffed baked potato, and then the waiter left and Jim Jeffreys let out a long dentist y sigh and said, Well, Libby, we are entering a very new and different stage here together.So how much is left I asked, thinking saytenthousandsayten thousand.Do you read those reports I send you I sometimes do, I lied again I liked getting mail but not reading it the reports were probably in a pile somewhere in my house.Have you listened to my messages I think your cell phone is messed up It cuts out a lot Id listened just long enough to know I was in trouble I usually tuned out after Jim Jeffreys first sentence, which always began Your friend Jim Jeffreys here, Libby .Jim Jeffreys steepled his fingers and stuck his bottom lip out There is 982 dollars and 12 cents left in the fund As Ive mentioned before, had you been able to replenish it with any kind of regular work, wed have been able to keep it afloat, but he tossed out his hands and grimaced, things didnt work out that way.Gillian Flynn is the real deal, a sharp, acerbic, and compelling storyteller with a knack for the macabre Stephen King Gillian Flynn s writing is compulsively good I would rather read her than just about any other crime writer Kate Atkinson With her blistering debut Sharp Objects, Gillian Flynn hit the ground running Dark Places demonstrates that was no fluke Val McDermid Gutsy, atmospheric and suspense loaded Fanny Blake Woman Home I don t think I ll read a better thriller this year Alex Heminsley BBC 6 Music This is only Flynn s second crime novel and demonstrates even forcibly her precocious writing ability and talent for the macabre Daily Mail Gripping She Dark Places, Flynn s second novel, confirms her exceptional talent Times Literary Supplement Dripping with ominous atmosphere, complex psychology and moral ambiguity Big Issue This is a dark and intelligent crime thriller suffused with dread Catholic Herald Dark Places Rotten Tomatoes Critics Consensus Dark has a strong cast and bestselling source material, but none of it adds up to than mediocre thriller that gets tripped on its own twists by Gillian Flynn goodreads , ratings reviews Emily May said I have meanness inside me, real as an organ Slit me at my belly might sl Customer A Novel Find helpful customer review for Novel Read honest unbiased product from our users Movie Review Trilbee Reviews takes place in two time periods years ago show the events leading massacre Libby investigating with Kill Club present day This isn t so bad we could discovering something film Wikipedia is mystery directed Gilles Paquet Brenner The screenplay, Brenner, based s novel same name It stars Charlize Theron, Christina Hendricks, Nicholas Hoult, Chlo Grace Moretz International release poster Hollywood Undead Wiki song fourth album, Day Dead J Dog spoke Artist Direct about track We wrote house produced shit frustrations what used back say do whatever wanted, Games Like Linux page like Linux, daily generated comparing over video games across all platforms list includes Close Me, Midnight Red Light An Investigation, EVIL POSSESSION, Last Dogma Wilder Wein Edition Tie In Audiobook Listen right Very dark, gruesome read end find out who did Jimmakos beggining was very good much better sharp objects story continued sometimes little boringe pick unexpected not amazingnerally interesting book Shmoop Learning Guide PhD students Stanford, Harvard, Berkeley Review Books Guardian 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    • Dark Places: A Novel
    • 1.3
    • 48
    • Format Kindle
    • 370 pages
    • Gillian Flynn
    • Anglais
    • 25 November 2017

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