“I went into the garden and lay down and looked at the stars in the sky and made myself negligible.”
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.
Although gifted with a superbly logical brain, for fifteen-year-old Christopher everyday interactions and admonishments have little meaning. He lives on patterns, rules, and a diagram kept in his pocket. Then one day, a neighbor’s dog, Wellington, is killed and his carefully constructive universe is threatened. Christopher sets out to solve the murder in the style of his favourite (logical) detective, Sherlock Holmes. What follows makes for a novel that is funny, poignant and fascinating in its portrayal of a person whose curse and blessing are a mind that perceives the world entirely literally.
After hearing only good things about this book, I decided I’d finally give it a go. A couple of people had recommended it to me as well, and with them only having good things to say too, I asked for it for Christmas.
My sister delivered, and I started reading it on boxing day, super excited to delve into the greatness that was supposed to be this book.
So it was really unfortunate that the book was such a let-down.
I didn’t like it, if I’m honest with you. I really hate not liking books, and it takes quite a lot for me to actually explicitly express that I really didn’t like it – I mean, it was okay. It’s not the worst book I’ve read in the world.
But it’s extremely low down on the list.
Everything about it – the characters, the plot – I found that I pretty much didn’t like any of the aspects about it. Except for the main character’s pet rat.
I was disgusted with the incident with the dog – I’m an animal lover, and I found it was disgusting. I don’t care what the owner has done to you – it has nothing to do with their animals.
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You see, I think maybe that this book just wasn’t for me. It has nothing to do with the fact that the main character is autistic – I’ve read books with autistic characters before, and I’ve always found it very insightful, and so interesting to be able to really see what they think, and the thoughts running through their head from certain situations.
But I didn’t really get any of that from this book.
I found that, though Christopher (the main character) found out some important stuff while trying to do his detective work, nothing really happened. And though the case was technically resolved, it just wasn’t. Not really.
I don’t know, maybe I interpreted it differently than most others have seemed to, but I felt like the characters, at the end of the story, were hardly any different from the beginning, and that they’d learned pretty much nothing.
Having said all that, when I was reading this book, I really was trying to speed through it, because there was another book I was desperate to read. Maybe because of how fast I was reading it, I wasn’t really absorbing and appreciating it as much as I might have, if I’d taken my time.
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