"The Girl on the Train" by Paula Hawkins is a mystery: the
characters are all mysterious in their own ways, the events/plot are depicted
in a mysterious format, and the reader just might become mysterious too in
trying to predict the inevitable twist that is a requirement of all
mysteries. Because of the mysterious
format the author chose, the book is anything but formulaic. The entire story is told in first person,
switching points of view from the female main characters involved in the story.
Because I don’t want to spoil anything for those of you who
have not read this book yet, I am not going to discuss the plot and I am not
going to discuss the characters. I will
simply say that the foundation, the plot of the story was shaky, crumbly, like
a piece of bread that you know is too soft to butter, but you try to spread it
on there anyway – a story that you can’t put down, a story that gets under your
skin, a story that forces you to understand it.
The plot gradually unfolds through its reading and so the
language is not especially flowing. The
story is mainly delivered in dialog, observation, and short descriptions –
chunky cold butter on a slice of too soft bread. This may sound harsh, but it works for a
mystery book. As with most mysteries, the answers, the plot,
the language all makes sense in the end – put that cold bread and butter in a
hot skillet and the butter will melt into a delicious toast.
My favorite quote from the book is actually inspired by a poem written by e.e. cummings, “Life is not a paragraph,
and death is no parenthesis." I think is an excellent phrase that defines
each of the characters. Life can’t be
confined to simply one paragraph and death between parenthesis is simply a
date. No, life is the dash between the
date of birth and the date of the death; it is the unstated, it is the
experience, it is what only the person who lived knows. If that sounds interesting, then you should
read "The Girl on the Train" to find out what each of the characters knows.

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