Summary: “A canny young woman is struggling to survive by perpetrating various levels of mostly harmless fraud. On a rainy April morning, she is reading auras at Spiritual Palms when Susan Burke walks in. A keen observer of human behavior, our unnamed narrator immediately diagnoses beautiful, rich Susan as an unhappy woman eager to give her lovely life a drama injection. However, when the “psychic” visits the eerie Victorian home that has been the source of Susan’s terror and grief, she realizes she may not have to pretend to believe in ghosts anymore. Miles, Susan’s teenage stepson, doesn’t help matters with his disturbing manner and grisly imagination. The three are soon locked in a chilling battle to discover where the evil truly lurks and what, if anything, can be done to escape it.”
I love Gillian Flynn’s books. I would say they’re some of my favorite books that I’ve read, so when I saw she had written a short story, I quick bought the book and read it in a day. If this first paragraph doesn’t at least grab your interest, I don’t know what you want:
“I didn’t stop giving hand jobs because I wasn’t good at it. I stopped giving hand jobs because I was the best at it.”
I hadn’t bothered to read the summary of the book before buying it, so after that I was curious. It goes on to not really being about giving hand jobs, and actually gets creepy–it is a Gillian Flynn book after all. The main character was interesting and I wanted to quickly keep reading to find out what was going on. But then it was over, and I was left wanting more.
And not in the way you usually do when you just want a sequel to come out asap. The story just kind of ended. Plot twist, another plot twist (?), confusion, and then over. What?! I don’t usually read short stories, but surely they’re supposed to feel like a complete story, right?
This would be a great teaser for a whole book. I want to read that book, but as is, it was a little disappointing. Still, if you like Flynn give this a read if you have an hour to spare.