The Gone Girl comparisons are inevitable but this intriguing debut is a thoroughly British affair
Rachel is travelling home from work. It’s the end of the week – “TGIF” – so she’s already cracked open a gin and tonic. “I take another sip, and another; the can’s already half empty but it’s OK, I have three more in the plastic bag at my feet. It’s Friday, so I don’t have to feel guilty about drinking on the train.”
She is immediately intriguing, this narrator, staring from her carriage at the passing houses (“there’s something comforting about the sight of strangers safe at home”). Intriguing – and rawly lonely. “The weekend stretches out ahead of me, 48 empty hours to fill. I lift the can to my mouth again, but there’s not a drop left.”
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Rachel is travelling home from work. It’s the end of the week – “TGIF” – so she’s already cracked open a gin and tonic. “I take another sip, and another; the can’s already half empty but it’s OK, I have three more in the plastic bag at my feet. It’s Friday, so I don’t have to feel guilty about drinking on the train.”
She is immediately intriguing, this narrator, staring from her carriage at the passing houses (“there’s something comforting about the sight of strangers safe at home”). Intriguing – and rawly lonely. “The weekend stretches out ahead of me, 48 empty hours to fill. I lift the can to my mouth again, but there’s not a drop left.”
Continue reading... Reported by guardian.co.uk 11 hours ago.