There’s something comforting about the sight of strangers safe at home. – Paula Hawkins
Have any of you read this book yet?
I was in the mood for an easy read, the type of book that I just can’t seem to put down and get completely sucked into. A bonafide page-turner. Needless to say, Paula Hawkins mystery thriller did the job. I started it Monday night and finished it Tuesday before bed. Boom.
Oh and did I mention that it is a thriller? Because it isn’t thrilling like a roller-coaster ride can be thrilling. It is thrilling like you are on the edge of your seat wondering what happens next and who did it. It kind of gave me bad dreams, but totally worth it.
I won’t really get into the details of the book because you really should just read it. But one thing that I found fascinating was learning that I’m not the only one (hopefully) that pays attention to strangers. Who takes comfort by imagining stories, lives, happiness for them.
Rachel does this in the story. We discover this at the very beginning, seeing her interest in a couple that she watches from the train window.
It might seem weird to name people or create lives for people you haven’t met, but I sort of do this all the time.
For instance, I walked by an old man wearing a backpack yesterday who was eating an ice cream cone who asked me for directions to South Station. I told him where I thought it was (I’m terrible with directions) and then as I walked away I prayed that he wouldn’t get lost and that he would be safe. So to comfort myself, I created a story.
I imagined that he came to the city for a big adventure all on his own. That he ate ice cream and french fries and went to the park and played with the dogs and did whatever he wanted and loved it. At the end of the day, he went back home to his family and his wife was upset that he ate ice cream before dinner. Then, the whole family sat around the table listening to him share stories about his adventure. I imagine that he has a life full of love.
I hope so anyways.