Rachel has seen something from her window on the commuter train that she thinks might be related to a crime that may have been committed one night when… well, she can’t quite remember, but she’s pretty sure something awful happened. And now a girl is missing, and if only she hadn’t been blackout drunk that night she might be able to help. But the police don’t believe her, and she barely believes herself.

The Girl on the Train is a thriller you could read all at once, late at night. But it’s also a trip inside the emotional cores of people in varying kinds of crisis, and a beautiful illustration of the fallibility of human memory.

I suggest that you not read it while drunk on the commuter rail, though. That might hit a little too close to home.