“Hollowness: that I understand. I'm starting to believe that there isn't anything you can do to fix it. That's what I've taken from the therapy sessions: the holes in your life are permanent. You have to grow around them, like tree roots around concrete; you mold yourself through the gaps”
I picked up The Girl on the Train last week. I'm very late to the party, I know, but I was still eager to discover what all the fuss was about. I started it on Wednesday morning - I only intended on reading a few chapters but I ended up finishing the book before the end of the day. I consider myself a fast reader but it's been a long time since I've been so compelled by a novel I've devoured it in a matter of hours.
The Girl on the Train is Rachel Watson, a lonely, divorced alcoholic whose life is spiraling out of control. She travels into London every morning on the commuter train which passes the house she used to share with her ex husband, who now lives there with his new wife and baby. A few doors down live a young, beautiful couple who Rachel often witnesses breakfasting on their roof terrace. In her desolation, she fantasizes about the pair - what jobs they might have, what their names could be and what they do in their spare time. Despite having never met them, she imagines them to enjoy the idyllic marriage she so desperately desires.
One morning, the train is making its usual journey past the couples' home when Rachel sees something that disturbs her. Her interest then transforms into an unhealthy obsession as she finds herself becoming involved in something particularly sinister.