THE GIRL ON THE TRAIN by Paula Hawkins

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Rachel’s life fell apart before the divorce, really.  It was the drinking.  If she hadn’t been such a drunk would Tom have taken up with Anna?  Maybe he wouldn’t have kicked Rachel out and taken his new wife and child into the house that used to be hers, the house she still passes every day on the train to London.  To distract herself from looking at the home that used to be hers, Rachel focuses on a couple a few houses down who seem to be perfectly in love.  She makes up stories about their perfect life together.  But one day, she sees something that makes her wonder if their lives are so perfect after all.  And the next morning, Rachel wakes bruised and bloody with no memory of the previous night except a vague certainty that she went to her old neighborhood.  Even worse, she discovers that the woman she has been watching disappeared that same night.  Despite warnings from the police, Rachel cannot help but begin her own investigation, trying to recover the memories of what she saw–or did.

This excellent thriller will soon be a film.  Through the perspectives of the three main female characters, the mystery slowly unfolds with enough foreshadowing to allow readers to gradually solve it themselves and enough complications to make them second guess every one of their inferences.  Even once my suspicions of what had happened to Megan were proven correct in the final chapters, I still wasn’t sure how it would end.  Well-crafted, full of deeply flawed and suspicious characters, and impossible to put down, this is a must-read for thriller lovers.

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