Summary
I have a meanness inside me, real as an organ.
Libby Day was seven when her mother and two sisters were murdered in “The Satan Sacrifice of Kinnakee, Kansas.” As her family lay dying, little Libby fled their tiny farmhouse into the freezing January snow. She lost some fingers and toes, but she survived–and famously testified that her fifteen-year-old brother, Ben, was the killer. Twenty-five years later, Ben sits in prison, and troubled Libby lives off the dregs of a trust created by well-wishers who’ve long forgotten her.
The Kill Club is a macabre secret society obsessed with notorious crimes. When they locate Libby and pump her for details–proof they hope may free Ben–Libby hatches a plan to profit off her tragic history. For a fee, she’ll reconnect with the players from that night and report her findings to the club . . . and maybe she’ll admit her testimony wasn’t so solid after all.
As Libby’s search takes her from shabby Missouri strip clubs to abandoned Oklahoma tourist towns, the narrative flashes back to January 2, 1985. The events of that day are relayed through the eyes of Libby’s doomed family members–including Ben, a loner whose rage over his shiftless father and their failing farm have driven him into a disturbing friendship with the new girl in town. Piece by piece, the unimaginable truth emerges, and Libby finds herself right back where she started–on the run from a killer.
Review
That was sick! In a very readable, attractive way. It was one of those books I could not hide away at midnight. Whenever I put it in the closet with the rest of my library book stash, it would be back in my hands five minutes later and I would be wondering who killed the Day family. My suspicions kept switching between people until the very end, which made me think I must have missed something! But when I realized I didn't, the pieces fell together to a beautifully written story that would not let go of me. I'm hoping Sharp Objects, also by Gillian Flynn, will have a similar impression.
Was it just me or did the presence of the Kill Club slowly fade? Bit by bit but not completely. I have a feeling it was intentional but after a while, I would forget Lyle's reasons of being around Libby.
This is probably the first series that has had me laughing like a hysterical hyena from beginning to end. Out of the three of them, I did like The Treasure Map of Boys the best. Ruby Oliver is my all-time favorite character. She's never too sappy or too unrealistic. It was nice to see her grow and realize what she truly wanted. Her footnotes always found a way to crack me up. I thought they would die down or become dull by the third book but they didn't! There was never a wasted scene in the series where a reader may wonder, "What does that have to do with anything?" The boys, especially Finn and Jackson, feel like they could be the boys in my school. That was the icing on the cake. And now E. Lockhart does it again in the fourth and sadly the last Ruby Oliver novel, Real Live Boyfriend. Oh how I wished all the covers had the same scheme but as long as there's still more Ruby Oliver somewhere, I'm not complaining.
