Dear Gillian Flynn, Allows you tu me. I have indeed spent a few days in the heads of your characters in the depths of their souls (well I thought lai) and you mas completely embedded. But appearances are deceptive, is not it? Rarely have I felt myself so much abused by a story, slow descent into hell still 575 pages. Illusion is the first appearance of truth, they say. Both thriller, study habits, dune radiography society crumbling, your novel is a complete success. Jai lived with the characters, I have believed understand them, I understood as never before, as their psychology developed. The French title of your novel sums up your message. Your book is almost an exercise in style, devilish, mischievous, unsettling immersive. Your style (or rather your styles, according to the characters and different times) is so full of truth quon really live your story (despite his very American character). For your study of the couple's relationship is universal, and the way you push them to the end is impressive and worrisome. The look is a curtain behind which one can do whatever one wants, but that it is essential to learn (citation Aurelien Scholl). It would be criminal to summarize your story, so I nen not say a word to do nothing spoil the plot to your future readers that I hope to many. You mas eroded, carried away, gobsmacked and yet I can only mincliner before so brilliantly and simply thank you for this incredible journey to the depths of human darkness. A strong story that does not fall into the age-old serial killer, but remains anchored in a realistic everyday. To me, you're clearly entering the big leagues. Special mention to the great coverage that changes color according to the light and exposure, in all appearances.
