EVERY DAY THE SAME
Rachel takes the same commuter train every morning and night. Every day she rattles down the track, flashes past a stretch of cozy suburban homes, and stops at the signal that allows her to daily watch the same couple breakfasting on their deck. She’s even started to feel like she knows them. Jess and Jason, she calls them. Their life—as she sees it—is perfect. Not unlike the life she recently lost.
And then she sees something shocking. It’s only a minute until the train moves on, but it’s enough. Now everything’s changed. Unable to keep it to herself, Rachel goes to the police. But is she really as unreliable as they say? Soon she is deeply entangled not only in the investigation but in the lives of everyone involved. Has she done more harm than good?
This book was recommended to me, and if it hadn’t been I probably wouldn’t have ever picked it up. But I still wish that I hadn’t.
The one good thing about this book is that it kept me in the dark about who the killer was until close to the end. But everything else about this book just seemed sub par.
I didn’t like any of the characters, and I really did not like Rachel. Everything about her just rubbed me the wrong way.