I suppose we’re all unreliable narrators of our own lives. Ask 10 witnesses what they see and you’ll get 10 different answers. Over time, our memories shift like tectonic plates, so slowly that we don’t realise we’re creating our own version of the truth. It’s human nature, which makes unreliable narrators the most terrifying of protagonists. They jump out of the page like new friends, drawing us into their deepest thoughts and sometimes making us forget that we don’t really know them at all.
Hawkins’ debut novel is astonishingly good and features all the hallmarks of a master thriller. Much like Gone Girl, the story revolves around a missing wife and the dangerous question ‘what really happened?’ But that’s where the comparison ends. The Girl on the Train is executed with far more intensity, the tension building amongst the trio of unreliable narrators, until we can’t be sure what to believe anymore. Hawkins has certainly set the bar high for thrillers in 2015. I can’t wait to see what she comes up with next.