Monthly Archives: February 2016

JUST FINISHED: The Girl on the Train

Author: Paula Hawkins

Genre: Mystery/Fiction

Rating: 4 out of 5 stars

The Girl on the Train is winding tale centered around Rachel, a recently divorced, mentally unstable drunk. Rachel is so ashamed of her life that she rides the train every day to London and pretends to work just to avoid telling her roommate that she is no longer employed. Along the ride, the train makes it typical stop where it skirts around some houses not so far from the one she used to inhabit with her ex-husband, Tom. But a few houses before, there is couple that she has so-named “Jess and James” that seem to have the perfect life. Breakfast on the patio, sweet smiles at one another, ‘good morning’ kisses and hugs. Every day she sees them and puts on an imaginary play of what their lives are like that seems to bring a little happiness to herself, only to be stilled once the train pulls past the house that is now occupied by her ex-husband’s mistress and their child.

This is a typical day in the life of our poor Rachel until the morning she sees Jess outside kissing another man. Raging with anger and fuming with alcohol that Jess could tear apart her family and leave her husband feeling as distressed as Rachel is now, she exits the train to have a word. But unfortunately that is all her memory will allow her when she wakes up the next morning with bruises and cuts all over and a crushing hangover. And to top it off, Jess’s face is on the news and in the paper. She’s missing as of last night.

This was a great mystery novel. It was so refreshing for me to come across one that kept me guessing on what actually happened up until the end. Hawkins not only uses the perspective of the lead, Rachel, but also the missing woman (who is actually named Megan), and the mistress, Anna, with varying timelines to weave the different pieces of the story. The plot moves at a very quick pace and will be sure to not let you set this one down. If you are in the mood for a fast read with timing puzzles and memory games, this one is for you.

THE FUTURE

You weren’t always like this.
Were you?

You were young once.
Full of some dreams.
You had an imagination.
An ambition.
Going somewhere,
beyond the borders that
tried to define you.

Then something happened.
We’ll call it
“Life,”
to make it feel ordinary.
To make it feel normal.
It happens to everyone,
doesn’t it?
We all go through
“Life.”

You know that’s not right?
Don’t you?

That’s just an excuse.
A way to blame the world
around you,
instead of looking at yourself.

“Life,”
didn’t happen.
But reality did.

Things got harder.

Responsibility became a hounding force,
not an exciting endeavor.
Freedom still keeps you bound,
more than it ever did before.
Dreams were strangled
by sarcastic faces and wasted time.

You know you can still change it?
Don’t you?

Those things didn’t disappear
or become unreachable.
It’s only yourself that stops
the future you crave
from happening.

So don’t sit there
and complain to me
about this “Life” and that.
These are all your choices.
And this is your outcome.

Take hold of what you have left
and move on with it.
Move forward.
Move further than you think you can.

RENDEZVOU

The fly crawled around the lantern. It’s furry, thin legs sticking to the thick plastic, marching with the slow cadence of the light’s hum. A dark shadow bloomed on the tent’s walls, chasing the fly’s short path.

Stephen lay silently on his mat, watching the insect move around. It had almost become a nightly activity with an occasional moth or mosquito joining the quiet march.

He took a peak at his watch and met it with a loud sigh. Not even eight yet. Another long night to look forward to. The fifth in a row in this rolling wilderness.

He couldn’t deny that he was starting to doubt the plan. Jill had begun to fear that they were discovered back in the city. Too many shadows and apprehensive stares were finding them. Then best thing to do was split. It was the best chance of survival.

That was Jill. Always thinking about the end. Stephen tried to convince her otherwise; they were so close to the goal. Two more days and they could have sacked him. But she was firm. They would meet again after the heat cooled. Give it a week, she said. Just a week.

And so he took the first flight to Washington and drove out to the Pasayten wilderness. The first day he spent analyzing supplies and packing up. Soon he was deep into the forest, finding his favorite spot. Stephen took laying low seriously. No contact with anyone and leaving no variables to chance. He controlled everything, even down to drinking water.

Stephen kicked off his light and began to settle in. It may be lonely, but at least it was peaceful.

A pattern of footwork began to become prominent through the night air. Stephen froze, listening closely to the sound. Likely it was just group of backpackers that had made their way off the trail. There was no chance he could be traced here.

Silence followed as the unknown visitor paused just outside the tent.

“Can I help you?” Stephen called out, unsure of what the visitor might want.

The visitor gave no reply but what Stephen couldn’t mistake was the click of the safety sliding out of position. His chest tightened as he flung himself towards his bag and pulled out his gun.

He had barely just flattened himself on the floor as a barrel of bullets began pummeling thought the tent’s walls.