De gustibus et coloribus non est disputandum. There’s no arguing about tastes and colors. And that is true about a lot of popular things. Take “the girl on the train” for instance. I just ended the book and I had to put it down with a heavy “I don’t know what the fuzz is about” feeling.

What’s the book about? Well, Rachel is an alcoholic that lost her job and in many regards her self-respect. To keep up appearances, every day she gets into London and back to not upset her roommate (who’s already on edge because of Rachel’s drinking problem). When she gets the news that the woman she sees from her train window every morning is missing, she gets involved in a psychological game involving her ex-husband, his wife and two other men.

And GOD! It was boring at moments. I read this book every day, commuting to and from work. I caught myself skipping and skimming parts of the story because the descriptions and the emotional nonsense often got a bit too much. Yes, the book was slow, very slow. On multiple occasions I asked myself if I should just quit the book… but I did not.
Am I glad that I did. Right at the end it all comes together. Yes, all in all, once you got far enough it was quite easy to pin point the culprit through simple deduction.

I felt a bit cheated. “The book that shocked the world”. That was what the advertising with the woman staring at me from her train seat said. “Would you tell the person sitting next to you your biggest secret? What if they already know?” or something like that. First of all, the book was not shocking at all. Second of all, there was no secret that she told the person sitting next to her and no they did not know.

There were some good and deep quotes but all in all the book did not live up to the expectations I had for it. It was slow, sometimes quite boring and there was nothing shocking about the book. A good read for your morning commute but the world would not have ended (literaturaly speaking – see what I did there?) if I did not read that book.