The book is presented from the point of view of the three lead female characters so it switches from one to the other. The debut psychological thriller that will forever change the way you look at other people's lives, from the author of Into the Water. Some days I feel so bad that I have to drink; some days I feel so bad that I can't.

He's a doctor, I think, probably for one of those overseas organizations. Even though I remember so clearly how it felt that time I looked up and noticed that the cream linen blind in the upstairs bedroom was gone, replaced by something in soft baby pink; even though I still remember the pain I felt when I saw Anna watering the rose-bushes near the fence, her T-shirt stretched tight over her bulging belly, and I bit my lip so hard, it bled. She has also been persecuting Tom and Anna, bombarding them with offensive messages. That was my first home. ¿Viste algo sospechoso?

This was back in the year 2015 and still, the book is reading its heights of success. My kinda thriller! EVENING I have been thinking about Jess all day, unable to focus on anything but what I saw this morning.

Jason, because he's handsome in a British film star kind of way, not a Depp or a Pitt, but a Firth, or a Jason Isaacs. His voice is leaden, he sounds worn out. I'm probably one of the few people who will submit a review like I am about to do. That may be what I said in both of them, which isn't too bad.The train shudders to a standstill at the red signal and I look up. She sees a middle-aged face in the bathroom mirror that she does not recognize. I can imagine the feel of his hands, the weight of them, reassuring and protective. They're what I lost, they're everything I want to be. He's constantly on call, a bag packed on top of the wardrobe; there's an earthquake in Iran or a tsunami in Asia and he drops everything, he grabs his bag and he's at Heathrow within a matter of hours, ready to fly out and save lives. Unable to add item to List. What was it that made me think that something was wrong? A film of sweat covers every inch of my skin, the inside of my mouth prickles, my eyes itch, mascara rubbed into their corners. I can't help you anymore. She has become obsessed with the beautiful young couple living there, whom she names Jess and Jason.

. So if Paula Hawkins’ The Girl on the Train was your cup of tea (maybe with a shot of whiskey), then you’ll probably find these 15 books just as entertaining. To calculate the overall star rating and percentage breakdown by star, we don’t use a simple average. . • To order The Girl on the Train for £9.99 go to bookshop.theguardian.com or call 0330 333 6846. And the one person you trust may be telling you only half the story. We might have barbecued out back with friends, or gone to the Rose and sat in the beer garden, faces flushing with sun and alcohol as the afternoon went on, weaving home, arm in arm, falling asleep on the sofa. "Listen, you have to stop this, OK?"

It's Friday, so I don't have to feel guilty about drinking on the train. Blood starts to ooze from the wound. When circumstances bring her back in touch with her long-lost friend, Jane, their reunion inevitably turns to Ralph, now a world-famous musician also living in the city. This is a very popular book, and I can understand its popularity, as I got into it very quickly, and read it over a period of about three days, really wanting to get back to it. You keep telling yourself to stop it and find that you've swiped yet another page on your Kindle. The fun starts here.It's going to be a lovely weekend, that's what they're telling us. One night last week, when I left my room to get myself a glass of water, I overheard Cathy talking to Damien, her boyfriend, in the living room.

The only space that feels like mine is my tiny bedroom, into which a double bed and a desk have been crammed, with barely enough space to walk between them. This is a sad group of dysfunctional, alcoholic, abusive, self centered, narcissistic, weak willed people.

I really don't understand what all the "hype" was about this book and I certainly don't understand how this book made it to the top sellers of 2015! It just plodded along and I really had to force myself to finish it. He's a slow typist. She cocked her head to one side and asked if I was OK. I think about the bundle of clothes on the side of the track and I feel as though my throat is closing up. I can't help it, I catch sight of these discarded scraps, a dirty T-shirt or a lonesome shoe, and all I can think of is the other shoe and the feet that fitted into them. A missing woman leads her twin sister on a twisted scavenger hunt in this clever debut novel with eccentric, dysfunctional characters who will keep you guessing until the end—for readers of Luckiest Girl Alive and The Wife Between Us. Today, the thought of alcohol turns my stomach. I look at the man in the seat opposite mine. EVENING My shirt, uncomfortably tight, buttons straining across my chest, is pit-stained, damp patches clammy beneath my arms.
She's strong in other ways; she makes intellectual leaps that leave him openmouthed in admiration. Has anyone read any fiction recently that hasn't carried the banner ' ... bestseller' on the front cover, incidentally? You can read books purchased on Google Play using your computer's web browser. "Rachel? I can feel my fellow commuters shift in their seats, rustle their newspapers, tap at their computers. A decade ago, Ella Brooke’s older sister, Miranda, vanished without a trace. Sometimes, when I see her there, I feel as though she sees me, too, I feel as though she looks right back at me, and I want to wave.

In my head I can still see that little pile of clothes lying at the edge of the track, abandoned. Details. Topics The train stops at the signal as usual. I close my eyes and let the darkness grow and spread until it morphs from a feeling of sadness into something worse: a memory, a flashback.

It's not like going back to work after a three-hour lunch and staggering through the office, everyone looking, Martin Miles taking me to one side, I think you should probably go home, Rachel. I can't help you, and these constant calls are really upsetting Anna. Go to an AA meeting after work today." But in my hour of need she happened to have a spare room going and it made sense. "Rachel, it's me." She still talks to her. I sliced through the top of my finger while chopping the onions. But as the pages accumulate, inconsistencies begin to emerge, raising disturbing questions that Christine is determined to find answers to. I finally succumbed and bought this book to see what all the hoopla was about and, no, I haven’t seen the movie. Save your money and read a synopsis on line. Find all the books, read about the author, and more. They're what I used to be, they're Tom and me five years ago. Enter your mobile number or email address below and we'll send you a link to download the free Kindle App. No better or worse than a dozen other towns like it, a centre filled with cafés and mobile-phone shops and branches of JD Sports, surrounded by a band of suburbia and beyond that the realm of the multiplex cinema and out-of-town Tesco.

I can't look at it now.

Oktober 2016 in die nordamerikanischen Kinos. Every morning, she awakens beside a stranger in an unfamiliar bed. I feel exhausted this evening. Writing an important email to a colleague at the office in New York, or a carefully worded break-up message to his girlfriend. I know that on warm summer evenings, the occupants of this house, Jason and Jess, sometimes climb out of the large sash window to sit on the makeshift terrace on top of the kitchen-extension roof. Jess is often out there in the mornings, especially in the summer, drinking her coffee. Halfway through and I can't stop reading it. It's not the worst thing I've ever done, it's not as if I fell over in public, or yelled at a stranger in the street.

I cannot swallow. Tweet from Armistead Maupin. OK? Judging from the length of the calls, I left two messages. I must have gone to the bathroom to clean it up and gone to lie down for a while and just forgotten all about it, because I woke up around ten and I could hear Cathy and Damien talking and he was saying how disgusting it was that I would leave the kitchen like that. They all seemed to have deep psychological problems which came together to result in the murder that is the central theme.

There is nothing better than reading a great thriller.

I can't remember what I was watching, but at some point I must have felt lonely, or happy, or something, because I wanted to talk to someone. In place of memories Christine has a handful of pictures, a whiteboard in the kitchen, and a journal, hidden in a closet. I did not like the authors writing style. I can't help myself, even though there is nothing I want to see there, even though anything I do see will hurt me. Please follow the detailed, Cookies help us deliver our services. In Cathy's flat I always feel like a guest at the very outer limit of her welcome.

I once read a book by a former alcoholic where she described giving oral sex to two different men, men she'd just met in a restaurant on a busy London high street.

Instead, our system considers things like how recent a review is and if the reviewer bought the item on Amazon. She's wearing a bright print dress, her feet are bare. I finished it in the ‘wee smalls,’ unable to put it down. She's looking over her shoulder, back into the house; she's probably talking to Jason, who'll be making breakfast. Behind her, I think I can see a shadow, someone moving: Jason. I'm going to feel terrible all day, it's going to come in waves—stronger then weaker then stronger again—that twist in the pit of my stomach, the anguish of shame, the heat coming to my face, my eyes squeezed tight as though I could make it all disappear. © 2020 Guardian News & Media Limited or its affiliated companies. The curtains are open downstairs but the French doors are closed, sunlight reflecting off the glass. Silly, I know.

An obsessive quest to solve the mystery of her older sister’s disappearance puts a young woman in mortal jeopardy in this taut, sophisticated novel of psychological suspense from the author of the “truly riveting” (New York Times) The Book of You.

She said it was all right, but would I mind cleaning up a bit? I don't see Jason quite so much, he's away a lot with work. It's barely half past eight and already the day is close, the air heavy with moisture. She makes you notice her niceness. After viewing product detail pages, look here to find an easy way to navigate back to pages you are interested in. Welcome to Christine's life. He is about my age, early to midthirties, with dark hair, greying at the temples. Until one day she sees something that startles her in their garden, and when she reads in the paper that “Jess” – who is really called Megan – has vanished, she decides to tip off the police. (Tom and I used to run together on Sundays, me going at slightly above my normal pace, him at about half his, just so we could run side by side.) Please, Rachel. All rights reserved. Hawkins’s Girl is a less flashy, but altogether more solid creation. To read on e-ink devices like the Sony eReader or Barnes & Noble Nook, you'll need to download a file and transfer it to your device. I can see it, I know how they are. I lived at number twenty-three Blenheim Road for five years, blissfully happy and utterly wretched. There was a problem loading your book clubs.