What does a snooping, alcoholic divorcée know about a missing girl?
I could tell you, but reading about it is so much better!
After a literary dry-spell, I was sucked into finishing The Girl on the Train in 12 hours; from Christmas night to the morning of the 26th, I could not put it down. This marks my 2nd book finished in December, and maybe 5th total (non-parenting book) since giving birth for the first time, which was in 2012.
Mindy Kaling’s book Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? really got my mind ready to plow through another book. Laughing at her anecdotes and nodding, as I reflect on how hard one must work to get to the top, I yearned to read more. I sorely missed nights of staying up late reading instead of typing- finding myself in a story, or reading of a life I would never know. As I dropped the book back to our library, I made a promise to myself to head back and pick up another book up after we got back from our holiday trip back to my hometown of Philadelphia… but my mom surprised me with The Girl on the Train under the Christmas tree. I live under quite the literary rock… good to go with my dry-spell… so I was skeptical. I wanted to get lost in a book, so I opened the pages and started to read.
I got lost. From changing times and points of views. Characters that are as they seem, but are not known at all. It bent my mind. At the moment I realized it was 3am and I was nearing a third of the way through the book, I thanked Santa for the Willow Grove Barnes & Noble where my Mom had picked it up!
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An easy read but moderate length, The Girl on the Train interlaces stories and characters, begging you to turn the next page. The literary terms make this ideal for book clubs, no doubt! Read what’s happening with each character. I felt the self-loathing and stupor that can so isolate a single woman. The underlying heartache that is always there for the main character, Rachel, really makes you ache. When her story came out, my insides sank. “Bastard”, I thought of her ex. He drove her to this. Those long train rides to and from London for nothing… for a sham. I was empathetic and infused with loneliness, frustration, fear, anger. Mostly, I felt apprehensive. I needed to read to know… in an over-the-top way, it all comes to a close. And then I knew.
Basically, you need to read The Girl on the Train and get to reading! If you wait, you will be able to check it out in theaters this October. But really, go read the book… or have you already?