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.
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