A reporter heads back to her hometown to write about a serial killer, only to find her own past coming back to haunt her.
I didn’t love Sharp Objects, but I will admit it’s a good page-turner. I just couldn’t get past the central character conceit, that she’s carved her body full of words. I knew someone once who gave himself a home tattoo of the word “TRUST” after the Hal Hartley movie, and it took up like half his leg because it turns out that it’s really hard to write with a razor blade. So I just couldn’t buy that she had all these long words everywhere because I just think she’d run out of room a lot sooner than the author would have us believe.