…”The Girl on the Train” by Paula Hawkins. Kate Atkinson aside, I don’t normally like crime fiction. I didn’t like “Gone Girl” or “Dragon Tattoo” or a couple Gillian Flynn’s. I got bored by Alan Furst and Henkell Menning (or whatever his name is) and I couldn’t finish the one Jo Nesbo I began. But this one’s plot kept me going.
Until the morning after I’d finished, when I woke up staring at a hole in the denouement I could have driven all of Russian literature through.