The Girl on the Train is a psychological thriller—my absolute favorite kind of book—told from the perspective of three different women none of them very likeable. But I expect if my husband left me and married a younger, fertile woman and put her in the home that I loved while I had to live with a friend who really didn’t want me there and every day twice a day on my way to and from work I had to see and be reminded, I would probably drink myself to distraction as well. And probably eat myself there too. So it’s not that difficult to understand why Rachel lives in a bit of a fantasy world and why she creates a fantasy life for a young couple who live a few doors down from her old house. And then one day, as the train rushes past she sees something quite unexpected and startling enough to bring her out of her alcoholic fugue to investigate.
The Girl on the Train starts slow and passes back and forth between three narrators that seem unconnected at first. But what a great read it was. Beautifully written, with real, wounded characters you can feel for even as you’re screaming at them to get it together. A true can’t-put-it-down kind of book.