Book 4 Review

Readers,

      I’m Amy Dunne. If you’re reading this, then you must have ready Gone Girl. I’m here to clear up the many rumors regarding what happened with my husband, Nick. Gillian Flynn got everything wrong. She is just another typical writer who will twist stories to boost sales. Please put whatever she told you aside as I tell you the real story of me and Nick (that’s proper grammar).

      Yes, Nick was cheating. I did know of this, but I never did anything as psychotic as Ms. Flynn wrote. When I first caught him cheating, I tried to get a confession out of him. When I saw that he wouldn’t confess, I wanted to win him over. Everything written in my diary is true. I didn’t write it while I was planning out a plot to destroy my husband. The diary was written by me, and nothing was fiction in the first part of the book.

On our fifth anniversary, I planned an annual treasure hunt for Nick. In the past, the treasure hunts have really been a test to see how much he can recall about our history. This year, I realized that it was unfair of me to test him over small details that really weren’t that significant. I eased up on him. Did I know that every place on the treasure hunt was a place where Nick was with his mistress? No. I knew that he was having an affair, but I didn’t stalk them. I assumed those were our special places, places that would be sacred to only us.

      As for my disappearance, I did decide to take a vacation. On the morning of our anniversary, Nick came back from The Bar, reeking of her perfume. You can probably imagine how hard it was for me, and I couldn’t bear to be around him when he smelled of her on our anniversary. I took a vacation. I didn’t tell anyone where I was going. To be perfectly honest, I just drove until my car ran out of gas. Looking back, I probably should have told someone that I was leaving, but I didn’t. The furniture being messed up and the blood in the kitchen were Nick’s father’s. You see, Mr. Dunne has Alzheimer’s. He broke into our home after I left, thinking it was his own. He was overcome with anger and was flipping couches. Eventually, he cut himself on one of our benches, which is where the blood came from. Everything in the shed was bought by him, but he forgot that he had purchased it.

      I left my vacation spot, and I ran into my ex-boyfriend, Desi. What I had originally wrote in my diary was true. When we were dating, he became obsessed. I quickly broke up with him when it became too much, and I found him in my dorm, trying to commit suicide. Desi kidnapped me in a parking lot. He did rape me, and yes, I did kill him. It was out of self-defense, and I ran because I didn’t know that I had killed him. I just thought I had wounded him enough to get away.

      This is why you can’t trust authors. Gillian Flynn made up the last two parts of “my” diary entries. Nick and I are still happily married. He is faithful again, and we have a baby boy, and a girl on the way. Our story of my disappearance was dramatized by Ms. Flynn, what I just told you was the truth of my story.

Amy Dunne