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⊅ Uses of text Sharp Objects: A Novel ⊦ Kindle By Gillian Flynn ⋑ ⊅ Uses of text Sharp Objects: A Novel ⊦ Kindle By Gillian Flynn ⋑ Chapter One My sweater was new, stinging red and ugly It was May 12 but the temperature had dipped to the forties, and after four days shivering in my shirtsleeves, I grabbed cover at a tag sale rather than dig through my boxed up winter clothes Spring in Chicago In my gunny covered cubicle I sat staring at the computer screen My story for the day was a limp sort of evil Four kids, ages two through six, were found locked in a room on the South Side with a couple of tuna sandwiches and a quart of milk They d been left three days, flurrying like chickens over the food and feces on the carpet Their mother had wandered off for a suck on the pipe and just forgotten Sometimes that s what happens No cigarette burns, no bone snaps Just an irretrievable slipping I d seen the mother after the arrest twenty two year old Tammy Davis, blonde and fat, with pink rouge on her cheeks in two perfect circles the size of shot glasses I could imagine her sitting on a shambled down sofa, her lips on that metal, a sharp burst of smoke Then all was fast floating, her kids way behind, as she shot back to junior high, when the boys still cared and she was the prettiest, a glossy lipped thirteen year old who mouthed cinnamon sticks before she kissed A belly A smell Cigarettes and old coffee My editor, esteemed, weary Frank Curry, rocking back in his cracked Hush Puppies His teeth soaked in brown tobacco saliva Where are you on the story, kiddo There was a silver tack on my desk, point up He pushed it lightly under a yellow thumbnail Near done I had two inches of copy I needed six Good Fuck her, file it, and come to my office I can come now Fuck her, file it, then come to my office Fine Ten minutes I wanted my thumbtack back He started out of my cubicle His tie swayed down near his crotch Preaker Yes, Curry Fuck her Frank Curry thinks I m a soft touch Might be because I m a woman Might be because I m a soft touch Curry s office is on the third floor I m sure he gets panicky pissed every time he looks out the window and sees the trunk of a tree Good editors don t see bark they see leaves if they can even make out trees from up on the twentieth, thirtieth floor But for the Daily Post, fourth largest paper in Chicago, relegated to the suburbs, there s room to sprawl Three floors will do, spreading relentlessly outward, like a spill, unnoticed among the carpet retailers and lamp shops A corporate developer produced our township over three well organized years 1961 64 then named it after his daughter, who d suffered a serious equestrian accident a month before the job was finished Aurora Springs, he ordered, pausing for a photo by a brand new city sign Then he took his family and left The daughter, now in her fifties and fine except for an occasional tingling in her arms, lives in Arizona and returns every few years to take a photo by her namesake sign, just like Pop I wrote the story on her last visit Curry hated it, hates most slice of life pieces He got smashed off old Chambord while he read it, left my copy smelling like raspberries Curry gets drunk fairly quietly, but often It s not the reason, though, that he has such a cozy view of the ground That s just yawing bad luck I walked in and shut the door to his office, which isn t how I d ever imagined my editor s office would look I craved big oak panels, a window pane in the door marked Chief so the cub reporters could watch us rage over First Amendment rights Curry s office is bland and institutional, like the rest of the building You could debate journalism or get a Pap smear No one cared Tell me about Wind Gap Curry held the tip of a ballpoint pen at his grizzled chin I could picture the tiny prick of blue it would leave among the stubble It s at the very bottom of Missouri, in the boot heel Spitting distance from Tennessee and Arkansas, I said, hustling for my facts Curry loved to drill reporters on any topics he deemed pertinent the number of murders in Chicago last year, the demographics for Cook County, or, for some reason, the story of my hometown, a topic I preferred to avoid It s been around since before the Civil War, I continued It s near the Mississippi, so it was a port city at one point Now its biggest business is hog butchering About two thousand people live there Old money and trash Which are you I m trash From old money I smiled He frowned And what the hell is going on I sat silent, cataloguing various disasters that might have befallen Wind Gap It s one of those crummy towns prone to misery A bus collision or a twister An explosion at the silo or a toddler down a well I was also sulking a bit I d hoped as I always do when Curry calls me into his office that he was going to compliment me on a recent piece, promote me to a better beat, hell, slide over a slip of paper with a 1 percent raise scrawled on it but I was unprepared to chat about current events in Wind Gap Your mom s still there, right, Preaker Mom Stepdad A half sister born when I was in college, her existence so unreal to me I often forgot her name Amma And then Marian, always long gone Marian Well dammit, you ever talk to them Not since Christmas a chilly, polite call after administering three bourbons I d worried my mother could smell it through the phone lines Not lately Jesus Christ, Preaker, read the wires sometime I guess there was a murder last August Little girl strangled I nodded like I knew I was lying My mother was the only person in Wind Gap with whom I had even a limited connection, and she d said nothing Curious Now another one s missing Sounds like it might be a serial to me Drive down there and get me the story Go quick Be there tomorrow morning No way We got horror stories here, Curry Yeah, and we also got three competing papers with twice the staff and cash He ran a hand through his hair, which fell into frazzled spikes I m sick of getting slammed out of news This is our chance to break something Big Curry believes with just the right story, we d become the overnight paper of choice in Chicago, gain national credibility Last year another paper, not us, sent a writer to his hometown somewhere in Texas after a group of teens drowned in the spring floods He wrote an elegiac but well reported piece on the nature of water and regret, covered everything from the boys basketball team, which lost its three best players, to the local funeral home, which was desperately unskilled in cleaning up drowned corpses The story won a Pulitzer I still didn t want to go So much so, apparently, that I d wrapped my hands around the arms of my chair, as if Curry might try to pry me out He sat and stared at me a few beats with his watery hazel eyes He cleared his throat, looked at his photo of his wife, and smiled like he was a doctor about to break bad news Curry loved to bark it fit his old school image of an editor but he was also one of the most decent people I knew Look, kiddo, if you can t do this, you can t do it But I think it might be good for you Flush some stuff out Get you back on your feet It s a damn good story we need it You need it Curry had always backed me He thought I d be his best reporter, said I had a surprising mind In my two years on the job I d consistently fallen short of expectations Sometimes strikingly Now I could feel him across the desk, urging me to give him a little faith I nodded in what I hoped was a confident fashion I ll go pack My hands left sweatprints on the chair I had no pets to worry about, no plants to leave with a neighbor Into a duffel bag, I tucked away enough clothes to last me five days, my own reassurance I d be out of Wind Gap before week s end As I took a final glance around my place, it revealed itself to me in a rush The apartment looked like a college kid s cheap, transitory, and mostly uninspired I promised myself I d invest in a decent sofa when I returned as a reward for the stunning story I was sure to dig up On the table by the door sat a photo of a preteen me holding Marian at about age seven We re both laughing She has her eyes wide open in surprise, I have mine scrunched shut I m squeezing her into me, her short skinny legs dangling over my knees I can t remember the occasion or what we were laughing about Over the years it s become a pleasant mystery I think I like not knowing I take baths Not showers I can t handle the spray, it gets my skin buzzing, like someone s turned on a switch So I wadded a flimsy motel towel over the grate in the shower floor, aimed the nozzle at the wall, and sat in the three inches of water that pooled in the stall Someone else s pubic hair floated by I got out No second towel, so I ran to my bed and blotted myself with the cheap spongy blanket Then I drank warm bourbon and cursed the ice machine Wind Gap is about eleven hours south of Chicago Curry had graciously allowed me a budget for one night s motel stay and breakfast in the morning, if I ate at a gas station But once I got in town, I was staying at my mother s That he decided for me I already knew the reaction I d get when I showed up at her door A quick, shocked flustering, her hand to her hair, a mismatched hug that would leave me aimed slightly to one side Talk of the messy house, which wouldn t be A query about length of stay packaged in niceties How long do we get to have you for, sweetness she d say Which meant When do you leave It s the politeness that I find most upsetting I knew I should prepare my notes, jot down questions Instead I drank bourbon, then popped some aspirin, turned off the light Lulled by the wet purr of the air conditioner and the electric plinking of some video game next door, I fell asleep I was only thirty miles outside my hometown, but I needed one last night away In the morning I inhaled an old jelly doughnut and headed south, the temperature shooting up, the lush forest imposing on both sides This part of Missouri isn t quite mountainous, but the hills are massive, like giant rolling swells Hitting a summit, I could see miles of fat, hardy trees broken only by the thin strip of highway I was on You can t spot Wind Gap from a distance its tallest building is only three stories But after twenty minutes of driving, I knew it was coming First a gas station popped up A group of scraggly teenage boys sat out front, barechested and bored Near an old pickup, a diapered toddler threw fistfuls of gravel in the air as his mother filled up the tank Her hair was dyed gold, but her brown roots reached almost to her ears She yelled something to the boys I couldn t make out as I passed Soon after, the forest began to thin I passed a scribble of a strip mall with tanning beds, a gun shop, a drapery store Then came a lonely cul de sac of old houses, meant to be part of a development that never happened And finally, town proper For no good reason, I held my breath as I passed the sign welcoming me to Wind Gap, the way kids do when they drive by cemeteries It had been eight years since I d been back, but the scenery was visceral Head down that road, and I d find the home of my grade school piano teacher, a former nun whose breath smelled of eggs That path led to a tiny park where I smoked my first cigarette on a sweaty summer day Take that boulevard, and I d be on my way to Woodberry, and the hospital I decided to head directly to the police station It squatted at one end of Main Street, which is, true to its word, Wind Gap s main street On Main Street you will find a beauty parlor and a hardware store, a five and dime called Five and Dime, and a library twelve shelves deep You ll find a clothing store called Candy s Casuals, in which you may buy jumpers, turtlenecks, and sweaters that have ducks and schoolhouses on them Most nice women in Wind Gap are teachers or mothers or work at places like Candy s Casuals In a few years you may find a Starbucks, which will bring the town what it yearns for prepackaged, preapproved mainstream hipness For now, though, there s just a greasy spoon, which is run by a family whose name I can t remember Main Street was empty No cars, no people A dog loped down the sidewalk, with no owner calling after it All the lampposts were papered with yellow ribbons and grainy photocopies of a little girl I parked and peeled off one of the notices, taped crookedly to a stop sign at a child s height The sign was homemade, Missing, written at the top in bold letters that may have been filled in by Magic Marker The photo showed a dark eyed girl with a feral grin and too much hair for her head The kind of girl who d be described by teachers as a handful I liked her Natalie Jane Keene Age 10 Missing since 5 12 Last seen at Jacob J Asher Park, wearing blue jean shorts, red striped T shirt Tips 588 7377 I hoped I d walk into the police station and be informed that Natalie Jane was already found No harm done Seems she d gotten lost or twisted an ankle in the woods or ran away and then thought better of it I would get in my car and drive back to Chicago and speak to no one Turns out the streets were deserted because half the town was out searching the forest to the north The station s receptionist told me I could wait Chief Bill Vickery would be returning for lunch soon The waiting room had the false homey feel of a dentist s office I sat in an orange endchair and flipped through a Redbook.NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLERA first novel that reads like the accomplished work of a long time pro, the book draws you in and keeps you reading with the force of a pure but nasty addictionFlynn s book goes deeper than your average thriller It has all the narrative drive of a serious pop novel and much of the psychological complexity of a mainstream character study All in all, a terrific debut.Alan Cheuse, The Chicago TribuneA compulsively readable psychological thriller that marks a dazzling debut Flynn has written a clever crime story with astonishing twists and turns, and enough suspense for the most demanding fans of the genre But it is the sensitive yet disturbing depiction of her heroine that makes this an especially engrossing storyFlynn s empathic understanding of her major characters leads to storytelling that is sure and true, and it marks her a write to watch Chicago Sun TimesTo say this is a terrific debut novel is really too mild I haven t read such a relentlessly creepy family saga since John Farris s All Heads Turn as the Hunt Goes By, and that was thirty years ago, give or take Sharp Objects isn t one of those scare and retreat books its effect is cumulative I found myself dreading the last thirty pages or so but was helpless to stop turning them Then, after the lights were out, the story just stayed there in my head, coiled and hissing, like a snake in a cave An admirably nasty piece of work, elevated by sharp writing and sharper insights.Stephen King Not often enough, I come across a first novel so superb that it seems to have been written by an experienced author, perhaps with 20 earlier books to his or her credit I m extremely excited to discover my first debut blowout this year, a sad, horrifying book called Sharp Objects Flynn is the real deal Her story, writing and the characters will worm their way uncomfortably beneath your skinBut this is literary novel than simple mystery, written with anguish and lyricism It will be short listed for one or important awards at the end of the year Sharp Objects is a 2006 favorite so far I doubt I ll ever forget it Cleveland Plain DealerA deeply creepy exploration of small town Midwestern values and boasts one of the most deliciously dysfunctional families to come along in a while Flynn handles the narrative with confidence and a surprisingly high level of skillWind Gap ends up the sort of place you d never want to visit But with Sharp Objects, you re in no hurry to leave San Francisco Chronicle BrilliantPowerful, mesmerizingA stunning, powerful debut from someone who truly has something to say San Jose Mercury News One of the best and most disturbing books I have read in a long timeFlynn never stoops to the gratuitous, and the torment produces haunting characters that hung around my imagination long after I had finished the book Her skillful blending of old tragedies with new culminated in an oh my gosh moment that I never saw coming This book simply blew me away Kansas City Star Don t look here for the unrelenting self deprecation and the moping over men common chick litI promise you ll be thoroughly unnerved at the end Newsweek First time novelist Flynn is a natural born thriller People Style Watch A witty, stylish, and compelling debut A real winner.Harlan Coben Flynn delivers a great whodunit, replete with hinting details, telling dialogue, dissembling clues Better yet, she offers appalling, heartbreaking insight into the darkness of her women s lives the Stepford polish of desperate housewives, the backstabbing viciousness of drug gobbling, sex for favors Mean Girls, the simmering rage bound to boil over Piercingly effective and genuinely terrifying Kirkus Reviews starred review Fans of psychological thrillers will welcome narrator Chicago Daily Post reporter Camille Preaker with open armsAs first time novelist Flynn expertly divulges in this tale reminiscent of the works of Shirley Jackson, there is much to discover about Wind Gap and, most of all, about Camille Library Journal This impressive debut novel is fueled by stylish writing and compelling portraitsIn a particularly seductive narrative style, Flynn adopts the cynical, knowing patter of a weary reporter, but it is her portraits of the town s backstabbing, social climbing, bored, and bitchy females that provoke her sharpest and most entertaining writing A stylish turn on dark crimes and even darker psyches Booklist A chilling debut thriller Flynn writes fluidly of smalltown America Publishers Weekly Flynn offers up a literary thriller that s a doozyand she does it with wit and grit, a sort of Hitchcock visits Stephen King, with plenty of the former s offstage and often only implied violence, and the latter s sense of pacing and facility with dialogueThis is not a comfortable novel of touchy feely family fun Rather, it is a tough tale told with remarkable clarity and dexterity, particularly for a first time author Denver PostA tense, irresistable thrillerFlynn s first person narration is pitch perfect, but even impressive is the way she orchestrates the slim novel s onrushing tension toward a heart stopping climax Seattle Post IntelligencerDarkly originalFlynn expertly ratchets up the suspenseA disturbing yet riveting tale PeopleSkillful and disturbingFlynn writes so well Sometimes she dips her pen in acid, sometimes she is lyrical, but always she chooses her words deftlyShe has an unsparing eye for human imperfection and for the evil that moves among us Washington PostUsing understated, almost stark prose, Flynn paints a jagged, unflinching portrait of the vise like psychological bonds between women, and how their demons lead to the perpetuation of cruelties upon themselves and others The end result is an unsettling portrait of how long emotional wounds can last and how deeply they hurt Balti SunMore in the tradition of Joyce Carol Oates than Agatha Christie, this one will leave readers profoundly disturbed But from the first lineyou know you re in the hands of a talented and accomplished writer The Boston Globe A breathtaking debutWritten with multiple twists and turns, Sharp Objects is a work of psychological prowess and page turning thrills Richmond TimesAs suspenseful as the V.C Andrews books you shared in high school, but much smarter Glamour Sharp Objects is one of the freshest debut thrillers to come around in a long while It s a gripping, substantive story, stripped of cliche, and crafted with great style The characters are refreshingly real, burdened with psychological issues that enrich the story And the ending, which I was positive I could predict, is unpredictable Sharp Objects is, indeed, quite sharp.Augusten BurroughsSharp, clean, exciting writing that grabs you from the first page A real pleasure.Kate Atkinson, author of Case Histories and One Good Turn Sharp Objects Gillian Flynn Free business day shipping within the US when you order of eligible items sold or fulfilled by Sharp Wikipedia is debut novel American author FlynnThe book was first published through Shaye Areheart Books on September and has subsequently been re printed Broadway The follows Camille Preaker, a newspaper journalist who must return to her hometown report series brutal murders A Novel Kindle edition Download it once read your device, PC, phones tablets Use features like bookmarks, note taking highlighting while reading Flynn , ratings reviews Emily May said face give world tells how treat There somethi TV Mini Series IMDb Goofs SHARP OBJECTS filmed in many locations Barnesville, 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    • Sharp Objects: A Novel
    • 4.2
    • 443
    • Format Kindle
    • 272 pages
    • 0307341550
    • Gillian Flynn
    • Anglais
    • 15 June 2016

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