The narrator of this story, who goes unnamed, used to make a living as a prostitute of sorts until she gets promoted into a job as a psychic and rips off unsuspecting housewives with fake predictions. When one woman comes to her and pleads for her help, the narrator can’t miss an opportunity for some easy cash. The woman says her house might be haunted and her stepson is acting out in violent ways. The narrator thinks that a couple of quick trips to the home and some floor polish might deceive her client into the belief that the house has been cleansed. It quickly becomes evident that the pseudo-fortune teller is in over her head and what’s actually in this house might be the end of her.
The Grownup is a whopping 62 pages. I picked it up because I love Gillian Flynn’s creepy mysteries and needed a quick read. This, of course, is exactly what The Grownup is. Gillian Flynn is a master of the gritty mystery and with her new dip into the supernatural is pretty impressive. I didn’t want the book to end and wished it was a full length novel; I have so many questions.