September is a strange month, it is the ninth of the calendar year, however, it is a month of beginning. The school starts in September, the work after the holidays starts again in September, the new projects, the diets, the sport, the exams, the medical visits, the tv series! Everything seems to have entered forcefully in this month of thirty days in which we say goodbye to the Summer and we must resign ourselves about the shortening of the days.
I never liked September.
It has always seemed a month – trick to me: it rains with the sun, you do not know how to dress, all the holiday destinations cost less but you do not have time to go there, it gives hopes and then it immediately takes them back.
“it’s as if people can see the damage written all over me, can see it in my face, the way I hold myself, the way I move.” 
Unfortunately, I can’t go into hibernation and follow the advice of Green Day to the letter, so you have to face it in the best way. A year ago, I decided to do it by reading “The Girl on the train” by Paula Hawkins. The novel was released in January, but among the many commitments I could not read it, until, melancholy and apprehensive like every September, I found this novel again in the bookstore and I started it.
And I did the right thing!!!
Autumn is the perfect period for this atypical thriller, with its dark atmospheres, the faded reminiscences of three protagonists who for once are not the usual heroines without blemish and without fear, on the contrary they are problematic women, full of worries, dangerous!
“I am not the girl I used to be. I am no longer desirable, I’m off-putting in some way. It’s not just that I’ve put on weight, or that my face is puffy from the drinking and the lack of sleep; it’s as if people can see the damage written all over me, can see it in my face, the way I hold myself, the way I move.” 
Rachel, the witness of the murder, is untrustworthy, an alcoholic, a chronic liar. Megan, the victim, is a manipulator, a serial seducer, an unreliable person. Anna, the good mother, is fragile, confused, angry.
But the men are not far behind: Tom, Rachel’s ex-husband and now Anna’s partner, is a rough and ambiguous man. Scott, Megan’s husband, is troubling and elusive.
The doctor who treats Megan is an irresponsible profiteer.
There are no heroes, only potential guilty characters, and the reader can’t but hold his breath waiting for the final resolution.
The rhythms of the narrative are not very fast and this is one of the reasons why I have considered this book as an atypical thriller, there are no non-stop psychological vicissitudes, the story proceeds between twists and revealed secrets with the calm rhythm of a family story. And that’s why I appreciated it even more.
“The holes in your life are permanent. You have to grow around them, like tree roots around concrete; you mould yourself through the gaps.” 
I brought it with me everywhere, on the metro, on the bus, wrapped in the chaos, I felt completely in peace. In sweet contrast with the ferocity of September and Autumn, “The Girl on the Train” go with me page after page to a surprising resolution with delicacy, letting me guess the culprit, assimilate the motivations and reach the final page satisfied.
 From the book.
 From the book.
 If you read it in the aperitif time I can suggest a Martini (even if objectively it passes the desire to drink reading the reactions of Rachel!). https://www.esquire.com/food-drink/drinks/recipes/a3667/martini-drink-recipe/
 From the book.