** spoiler alert ** 
 I'm just gonna start off with No, this is not Gone Girl. Not. Even. Close. 
 The Girl on the Train seems to have been one of the first books I bought this year. I don't recall having heard much about it before I bought it. Since my mom's trips to the hospital, I had fallen out of the Book Loop. I bought this cold after reading the inside dust jacket. I didn't see the comparisons to Gone Girl until later. Stop it. Just. Stop. 
 The story is told from the perspective of three different women. Rachel is an alcoholic that has lost just about everything and might have witnessed the key moment in murder. She was blackout drunk at the time so she doesn't remember. Anna is the new wife (and former lover) of Rachel's ex-husband. She, Tom (the ex-hubby), and a new baby live in the house that Rachel shared with Tom when they were married. Rachel is not over this arrangement and it doesn't help that she takes a train into London everyday that stops at a signal directly next to the house. Lovely. Lastly, there is Megan. Megan is dead for a good chunk of the book. Her story starts a year before the murder in the book. Also, Megan and her hubby live next door to Anna and Tom. 
 Confused. 
 Don't worry. Paula Hawkins does do a wonderful job of explaining everything. Mostly. It wasn't until The Big Reveals started that things went off the rails for me. Usually, by the time something was being revealed, it was no longer a surprise. I saw the ending coming with a little over 100 pages left and that just sucked the life out of the book for me. 
 Also, it bothered me that Rachel was described as ugly through out the story for, seemingly, no other reason than being fat. I found Anna to be the ugliest person in the book and she's supposed to be The Pretty One because she's skinny and blonde. Fuck you, Paula Hawkins, fuck you.