Let’s call a spade a spade: I’m a literature snob. It is a rarity for me to pick up the book that “everyone is reading,” but in this case, I’m infinitely glad I did. From their once-perfect marriage, Amy and Nick fall into a mutual loathing. On their fifth wedding anniversary she disappears, and he’s the number one suspect. What follows is an intricate murder plot that drudges up marital skeletons, and a riveting exploration of two psychopaths who can’t fall out of love. At a hefty 400-plus pages, this novel had its way with me in two days. With more twists and turns than a cable-knit sweater, the plot will give you motion sickness in the best way. I think I may have developed an ulcer trying to anticipate her next move, but Gillian Flynn kept me guessing until the bitter end.