I don’t usually gravitate towards psychological thrillers. I’m unsure about the reason. I enjoy them, even if a majority of the time I figure out the plot before it’s revealed. Things unfolded slowly and kept me guessing. The only part that felt rushed to me is the obligatory explanation of the villain’s backstory. It seemed to come out of nowhere, but it explained a lot and allowed for the book to progress as it did.
I refuse to pay money to be scared. You won’t catch me at a horror film or a haunted house. She, me, her is not the one.
The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins My rating: 1 of 5 stars I’ve got to stop giving in to peer pressure. And by peer pressure, I mean best seller lists. Over and over, I read about how The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins was comparable to Gone Girl. So wrong, and so false. Gone Girl was a page turner that made me forsake dinner, my DVR’d shows and sleep to continue reading. The Girl on the […]