I just finished Paula Hawkins”Girl on the Train,” managing to break the reading into several sessions because I desperately wanted to stretch it out. It was delicious, an Alfred Hitchcock on paper (actually on my digital reader). Can’t imagine how the movie can possibly be any better, though Dreamworks purchased the rights.
Hawkins had written several romance novels under the pen name Amy Silver, but grew tired of the genre’s limitations, and wanted take on something darker. She has, in spades.
With its (very) unreliable instigator/protagonist, and female characters who start off close to stereotypes (the golden girl, the sympathetic wife), then grow complex, it marks a new high in women’s fiction. The end is like something out of Greek tragedy, the characters bloodied, but noble.