Gillian FlynnMystery · Fiction·b. 1971
The Grownup
Synopsis
The narrator makes her living by reading people. A small-time con artist who graduated from a seedy 'spiritual' parlour to fake psychic work, she has a gift for telling anxious clients exactly what they want to hear — and separating them from their money.
Then she meets Susan Burke, an elegant, frightened woman convinced that something is deeply wrong with her family's grand Victorian house, Carterhook Manor, and with her sullen teenage stepson, Miles. Sensing an easy mark, the narrator agrees to 'cleanse' the house. But once inside, she begins to suspect that not everything can be explained away as a con — and that she may no longer be the one in control.
Gillian Flynn's Edgar Award-winning novella is a wickedly sharp, deeply unsettling homage to the classic ghost story. Featuring an unreliable narrator and a famously ambiguous ending, it packs Flynn's trademark menace and dark wit into a single, gripping sitting.
How it reads
Prose complexity 4/10
- I hate itI purchased a copy of this book, a hardback version of the book from Amazon awhile ago. I didn't know until now that this is he next book after Gone Girl and I haven't read that book yet so oops 😅 None of the characters were likeable in this book, I hated most of the characters and the most interesting character could potentially become a serial killer. It's one of the books that I hate, I know the author is known for creating unlikeable characters but I still hate this book. I didn't keep the copy of the book that I owned. I wish I never bothered to buy the book or read it, at the time I felt like I wasted my time and money 😐
- ★★☆☆☆ 2 / 5 stars The Grown Up begins with a woman who reads people for a living, then walks straight into a situation that should feel tense, dangerous, and deliciously uncertain. She is nimble, witty, and hard to pin down, which ought to make the story snap. Instead, it kept feeling like the story was telling me how sly it was, rather than actually becoming sly on the page. That was my main problem with it. The premise promises a sharp psychological game, but the game itself never became absorbing enough for me to care. The unnamed narrator has the kind of voice that should carry a short story like this. She is confident in her own instincts, quick to judge, quick to improvise, and always trying to stay one step ahead of whoever is in front of her. That kind of voice can be a pleasure when the story around it has enough tension to justify the attitude. Here, though, the character felt more like a performance than a person. I could see the cleverness, but I did not feel the pulse underneath it. She kept moving, but I was not moving with her. The story clearly wants to play with deception, class, vulnerability, and the uneasy trust between people who may not deserve trust. There are signs of a stranger, a house, a domestic setup that should have been charged with menace. Those ingredients are all there. The issue is that the story seems more interested in the reveal than in the buildup. I wanted more time in the room, more pressure in the exchanges, more unease that came from character rather than from the story announcing its twist. Without that, the later turns did not land hard enough. The writing is still brisk and polished, and Flynn knows exactly how to keep a page turning. But polish is not the same as depth. I never felt the story cross into something emotionally or psychologically alive. The threat stayed decorative. The wit stayed surface level. Even the ending, which should have tightened the whole thing into place, left me thinking more about structure than feeling the story. That is what made it disappointing. It had the shape of a dark little charge, but not the charge itself. What I wanted was something nastier, stranger, more rooted in human texture. A story like this needs either a fully convincing trap or a deeper emotional wound. This gave me neither. It felt like a sketch of menace, not menace earned. So I came away with respect for the craftsmanship and very little affection for the result. Rating: ★★☆☆☆ 2 / 5 stars Readers who like brief psychological setups, Gillian Flynn’s sharper work, unreliable narrators, domestic unease, and stories that lean on twist driven tension more than emotional depth.