It is truly fitting to read this thriller during my commutes, where it takes 2-3 hours sitting in buses and trains and tricycles and a whole lot of patience. The acknowledgement part shows that the train commuters are of great help with this story. That enough is astounding, as I imagine that the idea was born during a train commute, and inspiring, since I do have lots of prompts during commutes wherein as I get home, those ideas flew out of my brain. A reason on why I might be synonymous with Rachel. 
 In the course of the story, I can't help but feel hopeless and painful as it gave me a couple of headaches, a cause of racking my brains to find out what happened and what to happen. It is like a puzzle, on who to trust and what to trust and how the events fit togethere. Everything is sketchy and dark, every character a mystery. I realized, this is one of the books that made me excited with reading again and how my love of thrillers, which was born when Ma introduced me to Sidney Sheldon, just intensified. 
 Now I do also like to see the movie (and I do like reading the novel first before watching the movie adaptation). Also looking forward to Hawkins new book.