This story is not a new one. Flip to any news channel, and you will hear about these types of goings on every day.
With that said, The Girl on the Train presents an unfortunately common story in a uniquely thrilling way. The story is told in first person point of view but switches throughout from Rachel to Anna to Megan. Rachel is the predominant narrator. She is a messy, pathetic drunk who can’t stop getting in her own way. She is exasperating and completely unreliable. I cheered for her; I ached for her success. But I wanted to smack her every time she cracked open a can of gin and tonic or guzzled that second bottle of wine. She’s a flawed wreck, and I like her.
Paula Hawkins knows how to keep the mystery going in this one. While you can eventually narrow down the identity of the villain, the details remain hazy and muddled. Clues are parceled out, and the tension ebbs and flows until needing to know becomes paramount. The pace is perfect.
Crossing that voyeuristic line is a dangerous adventure. Finding out you are inescapably bound to those you peek at from a train window each day is downright terrifying.