I just finished reading The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins. Every year I think I should keep track of what and how many books I read because I read a lot so am naturally curious. Anyway it is the first book finished this year. I tend to be very cautious about new hot sellers. Often the book doesn’t live up to the hype.
I read the reviews that said things like, GRIPPING, and I COULDN’T PUT IT DOWN. I get most of my books from my library which I download onto my tablet. Very convenient. It means I don’t get to the actual library very often and I do miss that. There is something magical about being amongst books.
I remember a few years ago, in Canterbury England going into an old old bookstore and smelling something so intriguing I never wanted to leave. Sort of like old ink and dust. So I miss the library itself.
Oh yeah, about the book – OUTSTANDING. An amazing story filled with suspense. Truly GRIPPING. All the reviews were dead on. At least all that I read.
I just came back from visiting Auntie Fran. She is not doing quite so well today but perhaps tomorrow will be better. I think I told you yesterday a bit about my Uncle Jack who became her husband back in 1969.
Jack was this charming gad about and Frances was a traveling nurse. In those days it was not unusual for nurses to travel the world, usually in groups, working for a year or so in a part of a country then moving on. There are ‘traveling nurses’ today but it is not quite the same thing.
Anyway Frannie and some nursing friends had saved some money in Australia and they decided it was time to travel. They headed first for Europe, and worked in England. After a year or so they headed off for Canada where they planned a few stops across country.
They went to work at St. Joseph’s Hospital in Toronto. The girls shared apartments together and saved money toward the next leg of the trip. Whilst there, (Fran being a well spoken Aussie often says things like ‘whilst’) a friend encouraged Fran to meet a male friend of hers. Fran was rather rigid in standards and would not date just anyone. She refused more than once to meet this gent. Now as Fran tells it, one day this woman said, “I really think you should meet this fellow. He is divorced, he is short and he stutters but I think you will like him.”
I guess that was the statement that sold her. Perhaps curiosity. Of course it was not an easy sell at all. Which of course is part of the charm of their love story. He truly had to woo her.
Well I must dash off. More on our love birds tomorrow.