If I could choose to be anything that I wanted, I would choose to be Gillian Flynn. I cannot express how much I love her novels. Every time I try to verbalize how much I adore her books, nothing feels substantial enough. Words don’t do my love justice.
After reading some reviews and the synopsis of this book, I was excited to dive into it. I thought it was going to be disturbing and upsetting. We rarely see murder from the killer’s point of view. I was expecting an American Psycho-esque thriller. And this book fell far, far short of that.
The Broken Girls isn’t your average murder suspense novel. While the ingredients may seem commonplace – a journalist trying to find answers to a loved one’s murder – there is a haunting element to this novel that gives you the heeby-jeebys.
As someone who has long been reading serial killers, mass murderers, and cult, I didn’t expect to hear anything new from this book. I have read about Jim Jones and watched plenty of documentaries, but it’s clear to me now that the impact of Jonestown can never be dampened.