going up, every day.

I saw on instagram recently that Reese Witherspoon was reading The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins. So like any normal blonde woman, I purchased it immediately. Because you should always be yourself, unless you can be Reese Witherspoon, then always be Reese Witherspoon.

I do agree with my girlfriend Reese when she said the story kept her on the edge of her seat. I couldn't put it down. It was a bit of a mystery, mostly narrated by an alcoholic woman named Rachel who wasn't super reliable. So I never knew what was going to happen next because who believes anything an alcoholic says? The other narrators were Rachel's ex-husband's new wife, Anna, who popped in here and there to make the story extra curious. And then Megan, the beautiful neighbor of Anna, and a woman that Rachel always saw on her train rides pretending to go to work everyday. Because you guessed it, alcoholics can't keep a job either. So Rachel would pretend to go to work and then look at the row of houses that used to be her neighborhood with her husband Tom before he had an affair with Anna, and they ended up married with a baby girl in the house Tom and Rachel bought together. Anyways, Megan lived a few doors down from Anna's old house, so she would imagine up these stories about her and her husband, to occupy her mind in her sorry life. When Megan ends up missing, and Rachel is the only one who saw her in her yard with someone who wasn't her husband AND also saw her the night she went missing, she is determined to get to the bottom of things. If only wine wasn't so delicious.