Considered the Gone Girl of 2015, The Girl on the Train is this year's "hot" book. And I fully understand why. The pace paired with the unreliability of the narrator leaves the reader blissfully confused and desparate for more information. I found myself flipping back and forth to try to keep track of the dates of the entries as I tried my hardest to figure out WHAT IN THE HOLY FUCK JUST HAPPENED.
I know a lot of people immediately write off books (write off books... see what I did there?) when they don't like the characters. And while I wanted to stab Rachel in the face and then drink the rest of her booze to dull the memory of her sparkling personality, my hatred for her fueled my excitement for this book. It's true to life... usually the people we hate are the most entertaining. It's what makes the Kardashian's all that money!
If you want a page-turner, this is the book to pick up. As evidence that this book will keep you riveted: while I was reading it in bed, Husband said "good night" to me and rolled over to fall asleep... and it wasn't until TEN MINUTES later that I responded "good night!"
Rachel takes the same commuter train every morning. Every day she rattles down the track, flashes past a stretch of cozy suburban homes, and stops at the signal that allows her to daily watch the same couple breakfasting on their deck. She’s even started to feel like she knows them. “Jess and Jason,” she calls them. Their life—as she sees it—is perfect. Not unlike the life she recently lost.
And then she sees something shocking. It’s only a minute until the train moves on, but it’s enough. Now everything’s changed. Unable to keep it to herself, Rachel offers what she knows to the police, and becomes inextricably entwined in what happens next, as well as in the lives of everyone involved. Has she done more harm than good?
Compulsively readable, The Girl on the Train is an emotionally immersive, Hitchcockian thriller and an electrifying debut.