The Girl on the Train

What kept me busy over the weekend... is this book, The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins.

A debut psychological thriller that will forever change the way you look at other people's lives. 

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. “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 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?A compulsively readable, emotionally immersive, Hitchcockian thriller that draws comparisons to Gone Girl, The Silent Wife, or Before I Go to Sleep, this is an electrifying debut embraced by readers across markets and categories. 

I bought the book before the weekend. I needed a paperback cos of the format of the book.  Had difficulty of tracing back if there's anything I want to recall from previous chapters.  It has the same format as Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn, the chapters go by dates / timeline, like a journal / diary.  The Gone Girl has two narrators.  Whilst The Girl on the Train has three narrators with different viewpoints.

The beginning was a bit dull, I find.   I had a hunch from the start and got impatient on some part and want to know the ending right away.   And surprised that my theory was right all along.  

To quote the book which I find very interesting and true....

You can feel it: it's like the hum of electric lights, the change in atmosphere as the train pulls up to the red signal.
I am not the only one who looks now.  I don't suppose I ever was.
I suppose that everyone does it - 
looks out at the houses they pass - 
only we all see them differently.
All saw them differently. 

That would be all.  Laters!