The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time

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Press: Gardner Press; Reprint edition (January 1, 2010)
Publication Date:2010-1
Author Name:Haddon, Mark


Christopher is 15 and lives in Swindon with his father. 
He has Asperger's Syndrome, a form of autism.
He is obsessed with maths, science and Sherlock Holmes but finds it hard to understand other people.
When he discovers a dead dog on a neighbour's lawn he decides to solve the mystery and write a detective thriller about it.
As in all good detective stories, however, the more he unearths, the deeper the mystery gets - for both Christopher and the rest of his family.

From Publishers Weekly

Christopher Boone, the autistic 15-year-old narrator of this revelatory novel, relaxes by groaning and doing math problems in his head, eats red-but not yellow or brown-foods and screams when he is touched. 
Strange as he may seem, other people are far more of a conundrum to him, for he lacks the intuitive "theory of mind" by which most of us sense what's going on in other people's heads.
When his neighbor's poodle is killed and Christopher is falsely accused of the crime, he decides that he will take a page from Sherlock Holmes (one of his favorite characters) and track down the killer.
As the mystery leads him to the secrets of his parents' broken marriage and then into an odyssey to find his place in the world, he must fall back on deductive logic to navigate the emotional complexities of a social world that remains a closed book to him.
In the hands of first-time novelist Haddon, Christopher is a fascinating case study and, above all, a sympathetic boy: not closed off, as the stereotype would have it, but too open-overwhelmed by sensations, bereft of the filters through which normal people screen their surroundings.
Christopher can only make sense of the chaos of stimuli by imposing arbitrary patterns ("4 yellow cars in a row made it a Black Day, which is a day when I don't speak to anyone and sit on my own reading books and don't eat my lunch and Take No Risks").
His literal-minded observations make for a kind of poetic sensibility and a poignant evocation of character.
Though Christopher insists, "This will not be a funny book.
I cannot tell jokes because I do not understand them," the novel brims with touching, ironic humor.
The result is an eye-opening work in a unique and compelling literary voice.
Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information, Inc.

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From School Library Journal

Adult/High School-When a teen discovers his neighbor's dog savagely stabbed to death, he decides to use the deductive reasoning of his favorite detective to solve the crime. 
Employing Holmesian logic is not an easy task for even the cleverest amateur sleuth and, in Christopher's case, it is particularly daunting.
He suffers from a disability that causes, among other things, compulsive behavior; the inability to read others' emotions; and intolerance for noise, human touch, and unexpected events.
He has learned to cope amazingly well with the help of a brilliant teacher who encourages him to write a book.
This is his book-a murder mystery that is so much more.
Christopher's voice is clear and logical, his descriptions spare and to the point.
Not a word is wasted by this young sleuth who considers metaphors to be lies and does math problems for relaxation.
What emerges is not only the solution to the mystery, but also insight into his world.
Unable to feel emotions himself, his story evokes emotions in readers-heartache and frustration for his well-meaning but clueless parents and deep empathy for the wonderfully honest, funny, and lovable protagonist.
Readers will never view the behavior of an autistic person again without more compassion and understanding.
The appendix of math problems will intrigue math lovers, and even those who don't like the subject will be infected by Christopher's enthusiasm for prime numbers and his logical, mathematical method of decision making.Jackie Gropman, Chantilly Regional Library, VACopyright 2003 Reed Business Information, Inc.

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From The New Yorker

The fifteen-year-old narrator of this ostensible murder mystery is even more emotionally remote than the typical crime-fiction shamus: he is autistic, prone to fall silent for weeks at a time and unable to imagine the interior lives of others. 
This might seem a serious handicap for a detective, but when Christopher stumbles on the dead body of his neighbor's poodle, impaled by a pitchfork, he decides to investigate.
Christopher understands dogs, whose moods are as circumscribed as his own ("happy, sad, cross and concentrating"), but he's deaf to the nuances of people, and doesn't realize until too late that the clues point toward his own house and a more devastating mystery.
This original and affecting novel is a triumph of empathy; whether describing Christopher's favorite dream (of a virus depopulating the planet) or his vision of the universe collapsing in a thunder of stars, the author makes his hero's severely limited world a thrilling place to be.
Copyright © 2005 The New Yorker

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From Booklist

The hero of Haddon's debut novel is 15-year-old Christopher Boone, an autistic math genius who has just discovered the dead body of his neighbor's poodle, Wellington. 
Wellington was killed with a garden fork, and Christopher decides that, like his idol Sherlock Holmes, he's going to find the killer.
Wellington's owner, Mrs.
Shears, refuses to speak to Christopher about the matter, and his father tells him to stop investigating.
But there is another mystery involving Christopher's mother, who died two years ago.
So why does Siobhan, Christopher's social worker, react with surprise when Christopher mentions her death? And why does Christopher's father hate Mrs.
Shears' estranged husband? The mystery of Wellington's death begins to unveil the answers to questions in his own life, and Christopher, who is unable to grasp even the most basic emotions, struggles with the reality of a startling deception.
Narrated by the unusual and endearing Christopher, who alternates between analyzing mathematical equations and astronomy and contemplating the deaths of Wellington and his mother, the novel is both fresh and inventive.
Kristine HuntleyCopyright © American Library Association.
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"Haddon is to be congratulated for imagining a new kind of hero, for the humbling instruction this warm and often funny novel offers and for showing that the best lives are lived where difference is cherished" -- Carol Ann Duffy Daily Telegraph "The clash between Christopher's view of the world and the way it looks to the rest of us makes this an extraordinarily moving, often blackly funny read. 
It is hard to think of anyone who would not be moved and delighted by this book, so the decision to publish it simultaneously for older children and adults is certainly well-founded" -- Jill Slotover Financial Times "Brilliantly inventive, full of dazzling set-pieces, unbearably sad, yet also skilfully dodging any encounters with sentimentality, this isn't simply the most original novel I've read in years ...
It's also one of the best" The Times "A stroke of genius, as the advantages of having a naive, literal-minded boy in the driving seat are manifold ...
We do learn what it might feel like to have Asperger's Syndrome" -- David Newnham TES "The book gave me that rare, greedy feeling of: this is so good I want to read it all at once but I mustn't or it will be over too soon" -- Kate Kellaway Observer

From the Inside Flap

Christopher John Francis Boone knows all the countries of the world and their capitals and every prime number up to 7,057. 
He relates well to animals but has no understanding of human emotions.
He cannot stand to be touched.
And he detests the color yellow.
This improbable story of Christopher's quest to investigate the suspicious death of a neighborhood dog makes for one of the most captivating, unusual, and widely heralded novels in recent years.

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From the Back Cover

"Mark Haddon's portrayal of an emotionally dissociated mind is a superb achievement. 
He is a wise and bleakly funny writer with rare gifts of empathy.”-Ian McEwan, author of ATONEMENT and AMSTERDAM"I have never read anything quite like Mark Haddon's funny and agonizingly honest book, or encountered a narrator more vivid and memorable.
I advise you to buy two copies; you wonπt want to lend yours out."--Arthur Golden, author of MEMOIRS OF A GEISHA“The Curious Incident brims with imagination, empathy, and vision -- plus it's a lot of fun to read.”-Myla Goldberg, author of BEE SEASON

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About the Author

Mark Haddon was born in Northampton. 
He read English at Oxford and has worked in a variety of jobs including magazine illustrator and part-time worker for Mencap.

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.

2.It was 7 minutes after midnight. 
The dog was lying on the grass in the middle of the lawn in front of Mrs Shears’ house.
Its eyes were closed.
It looked as if it was running on its side, the way dogs run when they think they are chasing a cat in a dream.
But the dog was not running or asleep.
The dog was dead.
There was a garden fork sticking out of the dog.
The points of the fork must have gone all the way through the dog and into the ground because the fork had not fallen over.
I decided that the dog was probably killed with the fork because I could not see any other wounds in the dog and I do not think you would stick a garden fork into a dog after it had died for some other reason, like cancer for example, or a road accident.
But I could not be certain about this.I went through Mrs Shears’ gate, closing it behind me.
I walked onto her lawn and knelt beside the dog.
I put my hand on the muzzle of the dog.
It was still warm.The dog was called Wellington.
It belonged to Mrs Shears who was our friend.
She lived on the opposite side of the road, two houses to the left.
Wellington was a poodle.
Not one of the small poodles that have hairstyles but a big poodle.
It had curly black fur, but when you got close you could see that the skin underneath the fur was a very pale yellow, like chicken.I stroked Wellington and wondered who had killed him, and why.3.My name is Christopher John Francis Boone.
I know all the countries of the world and their capital cities and every prime number up to 7,057.
Eight years ago, when I first met Siobhan, she showed me this picture[sad face]and I knew that it meant ‘sad,’ which is what I felt when I found the dead dog.
Then she showed me this picture[smiley face] and I knew that it meant ‘happy’, like when I’m reading about the Apollo space missions, or when I am still awake at 3 am or 4 am in the morning and I can walk up and down the street and pretend that I am the only person in the whole world.
Then she drew some other pictures[various happy, sad, confused, surprised faces]but I was unable to say what these meant.
I got Siobhan to draw lots of these faces and then write down next to them exactly what they meant.
I kept the piece the piece of paper in my pocket and took it out when I didn’t understand what someone was saying.
But it was very difficult to decide which of the diagrams was most like the face they were making because people’s faces move very quickly.When I told Siobhan that I was doing this, she got out a pencil and another piece of paper and said it probably made people feel very[confused face]and then she laughed.
So I tore the original piece of paper up and threw it away.
And Siobhan apologised.
And now if I don’t know what someone is saying I ask them what they mean or I walk away.5.I pulled the fork out of the dog and lifted him into my arms and hugged him.
He was leaking blood from the fork-holes.I like dogs.
You always know what a dog is thinking.
It has four moods.
Happy, sad, cross and concentrating.
Also, dogs are faithful and they do not tell lies because they cannot talk.I had been hugging the dog for 4 minutes when I heard screaming.
I looked up and saw Mrs Shears running towards me from the patio.
She was wearing pyjamas and a housecoat.
Her toenails were painted bright pink and she had no shoes on.She was shouting, "What in fuck’s name have you done to my dog?"I do not like people shouting at me.
It makes me scared that they are going to hit me or touch me and I do not know what is going to happen."Let go of the dog," she shouted.
"Let go of the fucking dog for Christ’s sake."I put the dog down on the lawn and moved back 2 metres.She bent down.
I thought she was going to pick the dog up herself, but she didn’t.
Perhaps she noticed how much blood there was and didn’t want to get dirty.
Instead, she started screaming again.
I put my hands over my ears and closed my eyes and rolled forward till I was hunched up with my forehead pressed onto the grass.
The grass was wet and cold.
It was nice.7.This is a murder mystery novel.Siobhan said that I should write something I would want to read myself.
Mostly I read books about science and maths.
I do not like proper novels.
In proper novels people say things like, "I am veined with iron, with silver and with streaks of common mud.
I cannot contract into the firm fist which those clench who do not depend on stimulus" .
What does this mean? I do not know.
Nor does Father.
Nor do Siobhan or Mr Jeavons.
I have asked them.Siobhan has long blonde hair and wears glasses which are made of green plastic.
And Mr Jeavons smells of soap and wears brown shoes that have approximately 60 tiny circular holes in each of them.But I do like murder mystery novels.
So I am writing a murder mystery novel.
In a murder mystery novel someone has to work out who the murderer is and then catch them.
It is a puzzle.
If it is a good puzzle you can sometimes work out the answer before the end of the book.Siobhan said that the book should begin with something to grab people’s attention.
That is why I started with the dog.
I also started with the dog because it happened to me and I find it hard to imagine things which did not happen to me.Siobhan read the first page and said that it was different.
She put this word into inverted commas by making the wiggly quotation sign with her first and second fingers.
She said that it was usually people who were killed in murder mystery novels.
I said that two dogs were killed in The Hound of the Baskervilles, the hound itself and James Mortimer’s spaniel, but Siobhan said they weren’t the victims of the murder, Sir Charles Baskerville was.
She said that this was because readers cared more about people than dogs, so if a person was killed in the book readers would want to carry on reading.
I said that I wanted to write about something real and I knew people who had died but I did not know any people who had been killed, except Edward’s father from school, Mr Paulson, and that was a gliding accident, not murder, and I didn’t really know him.
I also said that I cared about dogs because they were faithful and honest, and some dogs were cleverer and more interesting than some people.
Steve, for example, who comes to centre on Thursdays, needs help to eat his food and could not even fetch a stick.
Siobhan asked me not to say this to Steve’s mother.11.Then the police arrived.
I like the police.
They have uniforms and numbers and you know what they are meant to be doing.
There was a policewoman and a policeman.
The policewoman had a little hole in her tights on her left ankle and a red scratch in the middle of the hole.
The policeman had a big orange leaf stuck to the bottom of his shoe which was poking out from one side.
The policewoman put her arms round Mrs Shears and led her back towards the house.I lifted my head off the grass.
The policeman squatted down beside me and said, "Would you like to tell me what’s going on here, young man?".I sat up and said "The dog is dead.""I’d got that far," he said.I said, "I think someone killed the dog."‘How old are you?’ he asked.I replied, "I am 15 years and 3 months and 2 days.""And what, precisely, were you doing in the garden?" he asked."I was holding the dog,’ I replied.‘And why were you holding the dog?" he asked.This was a difficult question.
It was something I wanted to do.
I like dogs.
It made me sad to see that the dog was dead.
I like policemen, too, and I wanted to answer the question properly, but the policeman did not give me enough time to work out the correct answer."Why were you holding the dog?" he asked again."I like dogs," I said."Did you kill the dog?" he asked.I said, "I did not kill the dog.""Is this your fork?" he asked.I said, "No.""You seem very upset about this," he said.He was asking too many questions and he was asking them too quickly.
They were stacking up in my head like loaves in the factory where Uncle Terry works.
The factory is a bakery and he operates the slicing machines.
And sometimes the slicer is not working fast enough but the bread keeps coming and there is a blockage.
I sometimes think of my mind as a machine, but not always as a bread-slicing machine.
It makes it easier to explain to other people what is going on inside it.The policeman said, ‘I am going to ask you once again…’I rolled back onto the lawn and pressed my forehead to the ground again and made the noise that Father calls groaning.
I make this noise when there is too much information coming into my head from the outside world.
It is like when you are upset and you hold the radio against your ear and you tune it halfway between two stations so that all you get is white noise and then you turn the volume right up so that this is all you can hear and then you know you are safe because you cannot hear anything else.The policeman took hold of my arm and lifted me onto my feet.I didn’t like him touching me like this.And this is when I hit him.13.This will not be a funny book.
I cannot tell jokes because I do not understand them.
Here is a joke, as an example.
It is one of Father’s.His face was drawn but the curtains were real.I know why this is meant to be funny.
I asked.
It is because drawn has three meanings, and they are 1) drawn with a pencil, 2) exhausted, and 3) pulled across a window, and meaning 1 refers to both the face and the curtains, meaning 2 refers only to the face, and meaning 3 refers only to the curtains.If I try to say the joke to myself, making the word mean the three different things at the same time, it is like hearing three different pieces of music at the same time which is uncomfortable and confusing and not nice like white noise.
It is like three people trying to talk to you at the same time about different things.And that is why there are no jokes in this book.17.The policeman looked at me for a while without speaking.
Then he said, "I am arresting you for assaulting a police officer."This made me feel a lot calmer because it is what policeman say on television and in films.Then he said, "I strongly advise you to get into the back of the police car because if you try any of that monkey-business again, you little shit, I will seriously lose my rag.
Is that understood?"I walked over to the police car which was parked just outside the gate.
He opened the back door and I got inside.
He climbed into the driver’s seat and made a call on his radio to the policewoman who was still inside the house.
He said, "The little bugger just had a pop at me, Kate.
Can you hang on with Mrs S while I drop him off at the station? I’ll get Tony to swing by and pick you up."And she said, "Sure.
I’ll catch you later."The policeman said, "Okey-doke," and we drove off.The police car smelt of hot plastic and aftershave and take-away chips.I watched the sky as we drove towards the town centre.
It was a clear night and you could see the Milky Way.
Some people think the Milky Way is a long line of stars, but it isn’t.
Our galaxy is a huge disc of stars millions of light years across and the solar system is somewhere near the outside edge of the disc.
When you look in direction A, at 90º to the disc, you don’t see many stars.
But when you look in direction B, you see lots more stars because you are looking into the main body of the galaxy, and because the galaxy is a disc you see a stripe of stars.And then I thought about how, for a long time scientists were puzzled by the fact that the sky is dark at night, even though there are billions of stars in the universe and there must be stars in every direction you look, so that the sky should be full of starlight because there is very little in the way to stop the light reaching earth.Then they worked out that the universe was expanding, that the stars were all rushing away from one another after the Big Bang, and the further the stars were away from us the faster they were moving, some of them nearly as fast as the speed of light, which was why their light never reached us.I like this fact.
It is something you can work out in your own mind just by looking at the sky above your head at night and thinking without having to ask anyone.And when the universe has finished exploding all the stars will slow down, like a ball that has been thrown into the air, and they will come to a halt and they will all begin to fall towards the centre of the universe again.
And then there will be nothing to stop us seeing all the stars in the world because they will all be moving towards us, gradually faster and faster, and we will know that the world is going to end soon because when we look up into the sky at night there will be no darkness, just the blazing light of billions and billions of stars, all falling.Except that no one will see this because there will be no people left on the earth to see it.
They will probably have become extinct by then.
And even if there are people still in existence they will not see it because the light will be so bright and hot that everyone will be burnt to death, even if they live in tunnels.19.Chapters in books are usually given the cardinal numbers 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 and so on.
But I have decided to give my chapters prime numbers 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13 and so on because I like prime numbers.This is how you work out what prime numbers are.First, you write down all the positive whole numbers in the world.1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 910111213141516171819202122232425262728293031323334353637383940414243444546474849etc.Then you take away all the numbers that are multiples of 2.
Then you take away all the numbers that are multiples of 3.
Then you take away all the numbers that are multiples of 4 and 5 and 6 and 7 and so on.
The numbers that are left are the prime numbers.23571113171923293137414347etc.The rule for working out prime numbers is really simple, but no one has ever worked out a simple formula for telling you whether a very big number is a prime number or what the next one will be.
If a number is really, really big, it can take a computer years to work out whether it is a prime number.Prime numbers are useful for writing codes and in America they are classed as Military Material and if you find one over 100 digits long you have to tell the CIA and they buy it off you for $10,000.
But it would not be a very good way of making a living.Prime numbers are what is left when you have taken all the patterns away.
I think prime numbers are like life.
They are very logical but you could never work out the rules, even if you spent all your time thinking about them.23.When I got to the police station they made me take the laces out of my shoes and empty my pockets at the front desk in case I had anything in them that I could use to kill myself or escape or attack a policeman with.
The sergeant behind the desk had very hairy hands and he had bitten his nails so much that they had bled.This is what I had in my pockets:1.
A Swiss Army Knife with 13 attachments including a wire-stripper and a saw and a toothpick and tweezers.2.
A piece of string.3.
A piece of a wooden puzzle which looked like this4.
3 pellets of rat food for Toby, my rat.5.
£1.47 (this was made up of a £1 coin, a 20p coin, two 10p coins, a 5p coin and a 2p coin)6.
A red paperclip7.
A key for the front door.I was also wearing my watch and they wanted me to leave this at the desk as well but I said that I needed to keep my watch on because I needed to know exactly what time it was.
And when they tried to take it off me I screamed, so they let me keep it on.They asked me if I had any family.
I said I did.
They asked me who my family was.
I said it was Father, but Mother was dead.
And I said it was also Uncle Terry but he was in Sunderland and he was Father’s brother, and it was my grandparents, too, but three of them were dead and Grandma Burton was in a home because she had senile dementia and thought that I was someone on television.Then they asked me for Father’s phone number.I told them that he had two numbers, one for at home and one which was a mobile phone and I said both of them.It was nice in the police cell.
It was almost a perfect cube, 2 metres long by 2 metres wide by 2 metres high.
It contained approximately 8 cubic metres of air.
It had a small window with bars and, on the opposite side, a metal door with a long, thin hatch near the floor for sliding trays of food into the cell and a sliding hatch higher up so that policemen could look in and check that prisoners hadn’t escaped or committed suicide.
There was also a padded bench.I wondered how I would escape if I was in a story.
It would be difficult because the only things I had were my clothes and my shoes which had no laces in them.I decided that my best plan would be to wait for a really sunny day and then use my glasses to focus the sunlight on a piece of my clothing and start a fire.
I would then make my escape when they saw the smoke and took me out of the cell.
And if they didn’t notice I would be able to wee on the clothes and put them out.I wondered whether Mrs Shears had told the police that I had killed Wellington and whether, when the police found out that she had lied, she would go to prison.
Because telling lies about people is called Slander.29.I find people confusing.This is for two main reasons.The first main reason is that people do a lot of talking without using any words.
Siobhan says that if you raise one eyebrow it can mean lots of different things.
It can mean "I want to do sex with you" and it can also mean "I think that what you just said was very stupid." Siobhan also says that if you close your mouth and breath out loudly through your nose it can mean that you are relaxed, or that you are bored, or that you are angry and it all depends on how much air comes out of your nose and how fast and what shape your mouth is when you do it and how you are sitting and what you said just before and hundreds of other things which are too complicated to work out in a few seconds.The second main reason is that people often talk using metaphors.
These are examples of metaphorsI laughed my socks off.He was the apple of her eye.They had a skeleton in the cupboard.We had a real pig of a day.The dog was stone dead.The word metaphor means carrying something from one place to another, and it comes from the Greek words meta (which means from one place to another) and ferein (which means to carry) and it is when you describe something by using a word for something that it isn’t.
This means that the word metaphor is a metaphor.I think it should be called a lie because a pig is not like a day and people do not have skeletons in their cupboards.
And when I try and make a picture of the phrase in my head it just confuses me because imagining an apple in someone’s eye doesn’t have anything to do with liking someone a lot and it makes you forget what the person was talking about.My name is a metaphor.
It means carrying Christ and it comes from the Greek words cristoV (which means Jesus Christ) and ferein and it was the name given to St Christopher because he carried Jesus Christ across a river.
This makes you wonder` what he was called before he carried Christ across the river.
But he wasn’t called anything because this is an apocryphal story which means that it is a lie, too.
Mother used to say that it meant Christopher was a nice name because it was a story about being kind and helpful, but I do not want my name to mean a story about being kind and helpful.
I want my name to mean me.31.It was 1:12 am when Father arrived at the police station.
I did not see him until 1:28 am but I knew he was there because I could hear him.He was shouting, "I want to see my son," and "Why the hell is he locked up?" and, "Of course I’m bloody angry."Then I heard a policeman telling him to calm down.
Then I heard nothing for a long while.At 1:28 am a policeman opened the door of the cell and told me that there was someone to see me.I stepped outside.
Father was standing in the corridor.
He held up his right hand and spread his fingers out in a fan.
I held up my left hand and spread my fingers out in a fan and we made our fingers and thumbs touch each other.
We do this because sometimes Father wants to give me a hug, but I do not like hugging people, so we do this instead, and it means that he loves me.Then the policeman told us to follow him down the corridor to another room.
In the room was a table and three chairs.
He told us to sit down on the far side of the table and he sat down on the other side.
There was a tape recorder on the table and I asked whether I was going to be interviewed and he was going to record the interview.He said, "I don’t think there will be any need for that."He was an inspector.
I could tell because he wasn’t wearing a uniform.
He also had a very hairy nose.
It looked as if there were two very small mice hiding in his nostrils .He said, "I have spoken to your father and he says that you didn’t mean to hit the policeman."I didn’t say anything because this wasn’t a question.He said, "Did you mean to hit the policeman?"I said, "Yes."He squeezed his face and said, "But you didn’t meant to hurt the policeman?"I thought about this and said, "No.
I didn’t meant to hurt the policeman.
I just wanted him to stop touching me."Then he said, "You know that it is wrong to hit a policeman, don’t you?"I said , "I do."He was quiet for a few seconds, then he asked, "Did you kill the dog, Christopher?"I said, "I didn’t kill the dog."He said, "Do you know that it is wrong to lie to a policeman and that you can get into a very great deal of trouble if you do?"I said, "Yes."He said, "So, do you know who killed the dog?"I said, "No."He said, "Are you telling the truth?"I said, "Yes.
I always tell the truth."And he said, "Right.
I am going to give you a caution."I asked, "Is that going to be on a piece of paper like a certificate I can keep?"He replied, "No, a caution means that we are going to keep a record of what you did, that you hit a policeman but that it was an accident and that you didn’t mean to hurt the policeman."I said "But it wasn’t an accident."And Father said, "Christopher, please."The policeman closed his mouth and breathed out loudly through his nose and said, "If you get into any more trouble we will take out this record and see that you have been given a caution and we will take things much more seriously.
Do you understand what I’m saying?"I said that I understood.Then he said that we could go and he stood up and opened the door and we walked out into the corridor and back to the front desk where I picked up my Swiss Army Knife and my piece of string and the piece of the wooden puzzle and the 3 pellets of rat food for Toby and my £1.47 and the paperclip and my front door key which were all in a little plastic bag and we went out to Father’s car which was parked outside and we drove home.37.I do not tell lies.
Mother used to say that this was because I was a good person.
But it is not because I am a good person.
It is because I can’t tell lies.Mother was a small person who smelt nice.
And she sometimes wore a fleece with a zip down the front which was pink and it had a tiny label which said Berghaus on the left bosom.A lie is when you say something happened which didn’t happen.
But there is only ever one thing which happened at a particular time and a particular place.
And there are an infinite number of things which didn’t happen at that time and that place.
And if I think about something which didn’t happen I start thinking about all the other things which didn’t happen.For example, this morning for breakfast I had Ready Brek and some hot raspberry milkshake.
But if I say that I actually had Shreddies and a mug of tea I start thinking about Coco-Pops and lemonade and Porridge and Dr Pepper and how I wasn’t eating my breakfast in Egypt and there wasn’t a rhinoceros in the room and Father wasn’t wearing a diving suit and so on and even writing this makes me feel shaky and scared, like I do when I’m standing on the top of a very tall building and there are thousands of houses and cars and people below me and my head is so full of all these things that I’m afraid that I’m going to forget to stand up straight and hang onto the rail and I’m going to fall over and be killed.This is another reason why I don’t like proper novels, because they are lies about things which didn’t happen and they make me feel shaky and scared.And this is why everything I have written here is true.

--This text refers to an alternate Paperback edition.


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  •     great gift for book readers
  •     “The novel is really good, itmakes you wondergoing to happen next.”-Marifer Garcia“A good mystery novel,answers all the questionsthat you might have.”-Catalina Padilla“A trip into the mind of a teenwith asperger's and an unexpectedtwist in the mystery.”-Rodrigo ZertucheThe novel The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time written by Mark Haddon is about a young teenager named Christopher that has aspergers. Due to this he doesn’t like many things, such as the color yellow or brown, or being touched. Christophers mission is to solve the mysterious death of the neighborhood dog, Wellington. The author takes us into the mind of Christopher as he solves the death of Wellington. The protagonist, Christopher, feels like a real character that could truly exist. He explains to us the way he thinks and acts accordingly. The way he describes his thought process and his struggles throughout the book helps us understand what it feels to be in his shoes. It is a good mystery novel if you want to start a new genre, it drops hints throughout the book allowing you to pick up on information along the way, slowly discovering a revelation you might not have expected. It is a good book for teaching because it helps the reader understand things such as authorchoice, make connections, understand the reliability of the narrator, and analyze information to foreshadow events.
  •     Genuis. One of my favorite books. Good fun.
  •     I feel like I was actually with Christopher as he went about his world. I know a child that is like Christopher and this book helped me to understand what may be happening from...
  •     Christopher is our narrator for The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time. For the rest of the review it will be referenced as The Curious Incident.
  •     Pretty Good Read
  •     I read many of the reviews when I finished the book and was amazed at the range of opinions. I work with individuals with Autism and have often said that I'd like to crawl into...
  •     Christopher John Francis Boone is a fifteen year old boy who lives with his father, loves animals, and doesn't understand human emotions-including his own. With help he has learned what makes him feel :) good, like orange crush and licorice laces, and Toby his rat and starring up at the stars at night. And he knows what makes him feel :( bad, like new places, people, too much information, or anyone touching him. But he doesn't understand a lot of the faces that Siobhan from school shows him or Mr. Jeavons the school psychiatrist asks him about. Christopher is different from a lot of other teenage boys and he goes to a special kind of school with other special students. He doesn't like to be compared to them because he thinks a lot of them are stupid, but he's not allowed to use that word or call them that according to what his mother used to say or Siobhan at school, he's supposed to say they have learning difficulties or that they have special needs (but that's stupid too because everyone has learning difficulties). But it is his book so he can write what he wants in it. He's keeping this book for his investigation. He's investigating like Sherlock Holmes and he is investigating a murder. There was a murder on his street of Wellington the big poodle at Mrs. Shears house, which is right down the street from his house and Mrs. Shears is a friend of their's and so was Wellington because Christopher likes dogs. The Police and Siobhan says that killing a dog isn't the same thing as killing a human and they don't investigate or search as hard for things like that because it isn't a human, but Christopher liked Wellington and he thinks dogs are just a good as humans, in fact he likes them more.This is a book written from the first-person point of view of a fifteen year old boy with autism and a very good understanding of facts and numbers (maths). He focuses and relies on the here and now, the real things of this world, and math problems. He doesn't like idioms, similes, metaphors, slang, or imagination. Facts are much more preferred, thank you. The book starts on the night that he finds Wellington skewered with a garden fork on Mrs. Shears front lawn, an event that he is later blamed and questioned about. He determines that he has to find out who murdered Wellington and the life that he thought he knew and was comfortable with swiftly begins to unravel. For a boy who doesn't understand human emotions a lot of events puzzle him and he has a hard time coping and understanding why some people do and choose the things that they do, it's not logical, even if it is human.Mark Haddon does a remarkable job at capturing the mindset and ideas of an individual with autism and expressing it in a way readers can relate to. This book illustrates how some mindsets can be different. Where some individuals focus on feelings, others enjoy literature, and still others are focused on numbers and facts, things that are measurable and recordable, like Christopher. Sometimes different mindsets make certain things easy for individuals to understand while other topics and ideas are alien and something that makes ones' head spin. This is a tale of murder, mystery, a hidden past, and an unsure future of a boy who likes to deal in absolutes and certainties. But all it takes is one variable in the equation to change for the outcome be to a different world entirely.Overall this book is really well-written and an interesting read. Highly recommended for those working with individuals with autism or other neo-neurological learning disabilities. Also a good read for those looking for different perspectives or books that make you question the writer/reporters point of view.
  •     Enjoyed this book plan to read some of his other books soon
  •     I did not finish reading it.
  •     I think this book helps people begin to understand the struggles an autistic person goes through on a daily basis.
  •     What I loved about this book is the graceful way Haddon uses the literal mind of Christopher to develop our understanding of his life. No neurotypical person may ever fully grasp the working of the autistic mind. We must rely on them to tell us, and as we see with Christopher, the viewpoint is told in language quite different from the words we neurotypicals usually use for description. Many books written by parents or teachers of autistic people tell what they see in their neurotypical words. Christopher tells us from his words and his descriptions. Very clever. Does Haddon get all the details precisely right? Perhaps people with autism in a book group discussion might be able to tell us that.I must respectfully disagree with the parent of a child with Asperger Syndrome whose rating of this book gave it only a "1."I, too, have a child with Asperger Syndrome, and I found Haddon's novel to be an entertaining read, a fine story, and a rare peek inside the workings of my son's mind. Certainly Christopher isn't my child -- just as every literary hero or heroine is not an exact replica of a true life man or woman. I found surprising insight in how Christopher tells his story ... and it is insight into my own son and the other people I know who have autism. Christopher's eating preferences, literal thinking, sensory difficulties, and math facts as a calming technique seem quite accurate.As to the comment about savant capabilities. People with Asperger Syndrome must have a perseverating interest; it is part of the psychiatric diagnosis. In creating a character whose interest is math, Haddon hasn't done "rainman" sterotyping, nor is he creating a circus freak to entertain us. He's shown us into one character's world. This world fascinates those of us who are not quite so gifted. How many of us say, "I hate math," or "I don't do math?" Christopher, whose experience in the Tube station reads like a bad dream, effortlessly performs difficult "maths." His world is just opposite that of mine.Christopher's "maths" also represent hope. Math is what is good and constant and dependable to him. And, it is marketable! Dr. Temple Grandin, (a famous woman with autism) speaks about this at conferences. When an autistic person has a special interest, we are to nurture it ... it may be their career one day.As to the relationship of the parents. Anyone with a disabled or ill child will tell you that it takes a toll on your marriage. To ignor that is to hide your head in the sand. Do they all end chaotically? Certainly not. But, is that good drama? Would that draw us into a book? The parent's broken relationship and the raging affect to which Christopher is oblivious illustrate beautifully how little the autistic mind picks up on what neurotypicals take for granted. But, by doing his methodical detective work, Christopher nearly independently walks through the minefield his Mom and Dad have created. How very, very clever he is!I have a new insight into the fascinating way that my son's mind might work. This novel fits well into both my literature and my autism resource bookshelves. A must read for everyone, but especially for people who live and work with people who have autism.
  •     Not only is this an excellent sample of YAL, it is also something that educators should read. 9/10.

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