The Stranger on the Train by Abbie Taylor (Not to be confused with the 1951 film of the same title.)

The Stranger on the Train by Abbie Taylor (Not to be confused with the 1951 film of the same title.) You better believe that when a book has a quote on it with a word like “unputdownable” which actually - pause while I google - is a legitimate word, that I would pick it up and not put it down. (I totally would have wagered it was a fabricated word like ‘happiness’ or ‘sanity’ that just entered common usage by accident.)  And if standing in Barnes & Noble’s new paperback release section for 30 minutes is any gauge, I’d have to agree that it is, in fact, unputdownable.  In a way, there aren’t any surprises in this book. The description tells you that it’s about a woman losing her child on the subway. But knowing it’s coming actually makes it all worse. After the event, I expected to settle into the mundanity (real word) of tedious police interviews and searching expeditions etc - which is all there in the book - but there’s an an element to the story which adds another dimension. The mother of the child has no friends, no relatives, and is so isolated that some people don’t believe she has a child. What?!   My experience with the book was oddly eerie in that I read it while I was totally obligationless. (That is a made up word.) I was done working for the day, was drifting listlessly, nowhere to be, nothing to do - and as I was reading the book in the park with my spread of farmer’s market raw cheese, artisan bread and peach cider, I thought, “No one knows where I am.” We’re normally all so busy and so connected that being isolated is a rarity, but just imagine… And even if you don’t agree that it’s a page-turner, which it certifiably (real word) is, you may be inspired to get out and make new friends just so that if something drastic happens in your future, people will be able to vouch for your sanity and existence.  -- source link

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