There’s not really much to like about Rachel, the girl on the train in Paula Hawkins’s new thriller. Her life’s a mess. No job. A broken marriage. No real home. And way too much booze. Unable to admit to herself or her friends that she has been fired, she maintains her daily train commute staring out of the window with a supply of tinned gin and tonic for company.
As the train passes the back of her former home, where ex-husband Tom and new wife Anna now live, she fixates on the beautiful young couple she sees daily in the garden of a neighbouring house. They have the perfect life that should have been hers. When she reads in the newspaper that the woman has
2014 has been another wonderful year for literature, a classic case of so many books, so little time. I ended the year having read 80 books, predominantly fiction novels, but including one play (Mike Bartlett’s perceptive and witty King Charles 111, works of non-fiction and collections of short stories.
An Unnecessary Woman by Rabih Alameddine (Text)
The UnAmericans by Molly Antopol (W.W.Norton)
The Sound of Things Falling by Juan Gabriel Vasquez (Bloomsbury)
Colourless Tsukuru Tazaki by Haruki Murakami (Alfred A Knopf)
Thank you For Your Service by David Finkle (Text)
Beyond the Beautiful Forever by Katherine Boo (Random House)
The Golden Age by Joan London (Random House Australia)
We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves by Karen Joy Fowler (Allen & Unwin)
A Winter’s Book by Tove Jansson (A Sort of Book)
His Own Man by Ribeiro Edgard (Text):
The gender division was 66-44 per cent to the blokes, the authors came from
In what has been a bit of a late flurry of literary bliss in the last week or so I’ve read three terrific books all captivating and intriguing in their own wonderful way. A Winter Book by Tove Jansson: this collection of short stories by the Finnish creator of the Moomin books,…