Early on in Paula Hawkins' The Girl on the Train, I started to feel dirty, as if I had just watched a Darren Aronofsky movie and wanted to clear my palette with an episode of Friends and a People magazine. A Gone Girl for the British set, this dark thriller also centers its suspense and plot twists on a view of marriage at its worst, and makes it nearly impossible to like any of the despicable characters it introduces. Even so, it hooks you from the beginning and propels you relentlessly forward with all the intensity of a train wreck-you simply can't turn away. Like yelling at the screen during a horror movie, I found myself wanting to shake main character Rachel Watson by the shoulders as she made one alcohol-fueled bad decision after another. Pathetic as she was, I couldn't resist hoping for her triumph over the husband-stealing Anna, nor could I help feeling as though maybe the missing and adulterous Megan Hipwell reaped what she sowed. Perhaps the scariest thing about The Girl on The Train is the there-but-for-the grace-of-God feeling it gave me-the fear that under the right set of circumstances, any of us could slip down the wrong side of the tracks.
"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 ... 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?"--Amazon.com.