There’s more than 75,000 reviews of the best-selling Paula Hawkins thriller, The Girl on the Train on Goodreads. I have nothing to add. Instead, enjoy the tunes (although please note the following: it took all my strength not to include Sheena Easton. And Color Me Badd is everything that’s bad about the nineties).
Somebody’s Watching Me / Rockwell
My head leaning against the carriage window, I watch these houses roll past me like a tracking shot in a film. I see them as others do not; even their owners probably don’t see them from this perspective. Twice a day, I am offered a view into other lives, just for a moment. There’s something comforting about the sight of strangers safe at home.
Raining in my Heart / Buddy Holly
Beautiful sunshine, cloudless skies, no one to play with, nothing to do.
Heart of Glass / Blondie
I lived at number twenty-three Blenheim Road for five years, blissfully happy and utterly wretched.
Here Comes the Rain Again / Eurythmics
Living like this, the way I’m living at the moment, is harder in the summer when there is so much daylight, so little cover of darkness, when everyone is out and about, being flagrantly, aggressively happy. It’s exhausting, and it makes you feel bad if you’re not joining in.
I Wanna Sex You Up / Color Me Badd
He asks me whether I take drugs, drink alcohol. I tell him I have other vices these days, and I catch his eye and I think he knows what I mean.
Read ’em and Weep / Barry Manilow
I have never understood how people can blithely disregard the damage they do by following their hearts. Who was it said that following your heart is a good thing? It is pure egotism, a selfishness to conquer all.
Love and Other Bruises / Air Supply
There are bruises on my legs, above the knees, standard drink-related stuff, the sort of bruises you get from walking into things.
The End of Everything / Chris Isaak
On the train, the tears come, and I don’t care if people are watching me; for all they know, my dog might have been run over. I might have been diagnosed with a terminal illness. I might be a barren, divorced, soon-to-be-homeless alcoholic.
To Love Somebody / Bee Gees (check out Barry’s aqua guitar….)
He never understood that it’s possible to miss what you you’ve never had, to mourn for it.
Bad Habits / Billy Field
I’ve always liked to drink. But I did become sadder, and sadness gets boring after a while, for the sad person and for everyone around them.
Sound of Silence / Dami Im
I’ve been checking my email obsessively, but I’ve heard nothing from Tom. How much better life must have been for jealous drunks before emails and texts and mobile phones, before all this electronica and the traces it leaves.
The Honeymoon is Over / The Cruel Sea
I know Tom feels sorry for Rachel, but honestly I think it’s time I dealt with that bitch once and for all.
2.5/5 I guessed what had happened half way through…