EVERY DAY THE SAME
Rachel takes the same commuter train every morning and night. 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 goes to the police. But is she really as unreliable as they say? Soon she is deeply entangled not only in the investigation but in the lives of everyone involved. Has she done more harm than good?
There was so much hype surrounding this book and movie. So. Much. Hype. And it let me down. Majorly. I’m going to see the movie just to see if the movie had more . . . oomph. This felt like Gone Girl all over again, and I didn’t finish that!
I don’t even know why I finished The Girl on the Train. I guess I wanted to see if Rachel would turn herself around because she was a complete mess. I was convinced she was simply off her rocker, and in a way she was. Her drunken escapades were exactly the same, so it was like reading the same things over and over again.
Then the ending just felt forced. It didn’t feel fluid and natural. Almost like it was just jammed into the last 50-ish pages because the author didn’t know how to transition into it. I started to realise what was happening before it was revealed, and that’s rare for me – I’m horrible at guessing mystery type things. It was a little predictable.