Why The Girl on the Train Is Currently My Least Favorite Book
By Emilio Amaro
Published by Emilio Amaro at Shakespir
Copyright 2017 Emilio Amaro
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Recently I was at the library looking around for new books to check out. The first thing I came up upon was Trump and Me by Mark Singer, who is a staff writer for The New Yorker recounting an interview he had with Donald Trump in 1996 and following this up with the history of the comical buffoon and his presidential campaign run. So far, this book has been a thrilling read and quite the page turner.
While looking around the library I happened to see The Girl on the Train also available and decided to give it a look. While being claimed to be a thrilling page turner, I find it to be anything but.
This book that had people binge reading in a way that the masses probably haven’t since The Da Vinci Code barely kept my interest for thirty pages before I was tapping out from a chokehold of boredom and mediocre writing. In the course of reading thirty very forgettable pages I found myself able to read about five pages at a time. After these few pages I would place the book down and wonder what was wrong with the legion that not only enjoyed this book but found themselves reading such mediocrity in one sitting?
I once saw a Reddit post where someone stated that there is no possible way you could ever say that the books of Hubert Selby Jr, most notable Requiem for a Dream and Last Exit To Brooklyn are some of your favorite books because they are far too disturbing to be mentioned as enjoyable reads and worth recommending to other fellow human beings. Everybody is entitled to their opinion and as someone who has read Requiem for a Dream, I politely disagree with that statement. I will say that I understand the emotions of this person because after reading The Girl on the Train I feel the exact same way. Personally I don’t believe you could ever say The Girl on the Train is one of your favorite books worth reading because at such a poor level of writing, The Girl on the Train almost feels as if you’re not even reading.
Another popular opinion regarding books are some who think it’s rather sad that there are adults who read and love the Harry Potter books. Obviously some lit snobs think it’s foolish and ridiculous that adults are in their eyes wasting their time with children’s literature. To this lit snobs I would recommend that they read 20 pages of The Girl on the train and then twenty pages of any book in the Harry Potter series so they could see how there are books written for children with a higher reading level than some of the books written for adults.
Compared to The Girl on the Train, Harry Potter reads like Russian literature only the most elite of book snobs are aware of.
While reading The Girl on the Train I felt as if I was reading a Goosebumps book that was written by a basic white female. I use this very accurate description because in what little I read Starbucks and Pilates was mentioned and the reading level of this book was equivalent and perhaps even lower than Say Cheese and Die.
Perhaps this will be seen as sexist but the overwhelming success of The Girl on the Train to me is a shining example of how many women are reading and keeping up with books and how few men are. Only the most embarrassing example of a typical everyday female could enjoy The Girl on the Train. In no way could a man or normally functioning female adult ever get through this book. My god, the way the main character rambles about the house she used to have, the guy she used to have and the way that she is now an alcoholic I swear this book must have been created only for all female book clubs that consider the greatest achievements in film to be Sex and The City: The Movie and Sex and The City 2.
As mentioned previously, the reading level of The Girl on the Train is that of a child in elementary school. While reading five pages at a time before stopping, I usually was asking myself is this how low the average reading level of adults has become? Honestly the poor quality of writing in this book appears to be written for dyslexics who have been asking for a book that they can finally wrap their heads around.
When this book first came out it was describe as Hitchcockian in order to sell more copies and make it sound and be perceived as far more interesting than it could ever hope to be. It makes sense though because if something is describe as HItchcockian multiple times, it tends to be something that is the complete opposite of the quality you’d find in an Alfred Hitchcock film. At its very best The Girl on the Train reads like a rejected script for an episode of Alfred Hitchcock Presents.
The Girl on the Train is worth a glance, only so you can further appreciate the books that are actually worth your time. But I will warn you, it will be a task to try and not feel utterly superior to any idiots who actually believe this is a great page turner of a book.