The Girl On The Train starts off with Rachel looking out her window, presumably on her way to work, as she does every day, on her way to work she sees her old neighborhood and a couple who’s name she doesn’t know, though she has created names for them, imagining a life for them that she so obviously wishes for herself. They’re the embodiment of the dreams that had been dashed before her eyes in her previous life. It’s not long after that we learn that Rachel is a broken, overweight, unemployed, alcoholic, faking going to work everyday for the benefit of her roommate, and semi-friend, Cathy.
The Girl on The Train: A Review
This is a book that’s been heavily talked about, since it’s been at the top of the best-seller list for weeks now, dropping off every now and then for some new release and before you know it’s back at the top. It’s quickly becoming a talked about book, that has drawn comparisons to a novel that I loved, Gone Girl, because of it’s clever use of unreliable narration in a mystery setting.
While I enjoyed Gone Girl quite a bit more than this novel, I still have to give Paula Hawkins her due, she wrote an absorbing mystery populated with some down-right nasty, awful, people. It’s a novel where just when you’re done putting your hand to your forehead over someone doing something spectacularly stupid, yet somehow believable given the context of the situation and the character you’re reading about, your jaw drops at the cruelty inflected by another character, who at the surface seemed like a somewhat, decent person.
Overall, I’d recommend this book to someone wanting to read a good mystery novel about deeply flawed people, and red herrings galore; this is one that will keep you up at night.