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The Girl on the Train

The Girl on the Train (250x250)I am now up on the times, having finished the book of the day: Paula Hawkins’ The Girl on the Train. As I was reading it, my response seemed to alter in waves:

1) The beginning: I was captured by Megan’s voice. I loved the contrast between the way Rachel had painted her in her mind, and the way Megan actually was.

2) The middle: I knew this part was supposed to be exciting and suspenseful. I knew the pages offered all the elements of excitement and suspense. I knew, from raving reviews, that other people felt excitement and suspense. And yet I wasn’t feeling these feelings in my bones. I was able to put the book down. As Rachel herself said, “It’s removed from me. It’s like it doesn’t belong to me.” Why? I’m not certain. I think maybe Rachel’s poor-me attitude and Anna’s extra-sweet goodness started to drag, plus I got confused with Megan’s unnamed he’s.

3) The end: The book picked up steam again. I started getting involved: could it have been him? could it have been her? Everyone’s a suspect and my mind started churning with possibilities.

By the time I finished the final pages, the book had become a solid thumbs-up, my middle-stretch iffyness faded. Maybe the hesitation was me: I was distracted by life’s goings-on, or had mistakenly skipped over a vital part that kept me at arms’ length. I plan to read it again to find out.

Have you read it? What did you think?

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Posted by Galadriel

Hi, I’m Galadriel: blogger, author, reader and resident of a quaint small town in the breathtaking West Kootenay region of southeastern British Columbia. You can also find me on Twitter and Facebook.

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