In real life, I’m a rule follower. Tell me not to carry anything but cab fare and my student ID, and I’ll be the only one at graduation communicating to the outside world with smoke signals. Try to sneak me in as your second cousin Louisa from Argentina, and I’ll fold every time. But don’t try to get me to climb on any crazy bandwagon. This rule follower has standards. I like to stumble upon my pop culture pleasures on my own, thank you very much, sometimes to the point of absurdity. (I loved Seinfeld before it got big, then stopped watching because everyone else was. Moral of the story: sometimes it’s really okay to jump off the bridge with the cool kids.)
This summer I decided to go against my nature. Instead of sticking to my tried-and-true summer reading plan–a kickass woman’s biography and the latest Falco book–I took a peek at more Summer Reading Lists than you can shake a sunhat at. And you know what? Hundreds of professionally rabid readers (especially the ones you find here) aren’t wrong.
Put down Fifty Shades. So three months ago. And the juicy parts will always be there. What you want to be reading now? Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn. Positively addictive. A crazy premise: on Nick and Amy Dunne’s fifth wedding anniversary, Amy disappears. Soon it’s clear Nick may never be up for husband of the year, but as the days drag on and the fingers start pointing–is he really a killer? Flynn takes us inside a marriage gone very very wrong–giving Amy and Nick each their own unique voice and inner life.
You won’t believe where she takes you, and you’ll love her for it. Reese Witherspoon’s production just bought the film rights with Flynn signed on to write the screenplay. It’s a certified pop sensation most everyone who’s anyone in the entertainment industry saw coming from a mile away. So what? I still love me my indie street cred, but sometimes it’s nice to sit back and go with the flow. In this case, it’s a tsunami.