The Girl on the Train is a high-paced thriller, telling the tale of Rachel Watson. Recently unemployed due to her newfound love of wine and a bad break up with her ex-husband, Rachel is on a path of self-destruction.
To hide her sorry state from best-friend Cathy, she continues to take her daily commute for London. Becoming obsessed with a young couple she sees sitting out on their deck each day, Rachel starts to fantasizing about the lives of ‘Jess and Jason’.
But when ‘Jess’ goes missing, can Rachel provide the missing link to her sudden disappearance?
This book to me was so highly-commended and constantly raved about by friends and family, that I actually didn’t want to read it. Because surely a book can’t really be that good?
It wasn’t that good. Don’t get me wrong, the premise of the story was clever. It had the right amount of thrilling intrigue, mixed with real heartfelt and moments, and Paula Hawkins had the perfect concept. The execution of the idea just didn’t hit the nail on the head for me.
The backwards and forwards structure, combined with the different points of view often left me confused. Having to flick back one too many times to try and work out “which part of the story am I in?”, “What happened before that?” and “Why is this part important?”. I think if you had the ability to sit down and read this book in one fell swoop then it would work. But only being able to read a couple of chapters each day, I constantly found myself having to re-read the previous pages.
The beginning set the scene well, introducing us to all the characters, plotting out the story in a quickfire manner. But then the middle draagged and draaaagged and draaaaaaagged…and then BAM! The end.
Yes, the end was good. It was shocking, intense and insanely unpredictable. But it was everything your traditional thriller is, and it was over like that!
I’m intrigued to see how closely adapted this has been for film. I have to admit that the film is the only reason I chose to read the book now, as I always have to read the book before I watch the film. That is a a rule I swear by.
The one feeling that this book actually left me with was fear. I am known to constantly make up stories about the lives of people I see on the train…