I remember seeing and hearing about this book when it came out. It’s about a fifteen-year-old boy in England who is either autistic or some kind of a savant who decides he is going to try and solve the mystery of a murdered dog in the neighborhood and winds up unraveling secrets that his father had been keeping from him, namely that his mother hadn’t died as he had been told but had left his father for another man and was living with the new man in London. Told in first person narrative, the boy, Christopher, is unable to feel the emotions most children would feel and unable to understand the human dynamics that surround him. It’s good, but the ending is a little disappointing. After undertaking an epic journey through London’s subway system to find his mother, it ends with his father and mother getting back together and then buying him a dog. Can you say sappy?
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.
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Eventually scientists will discover something that explains ghosts, just like they discovered electricity, which explained lightning, and it might be something about people’s brains, or something about the earth’s magnetic field, or it might be some new force altogether. And then ghosts won’t be mysteries. They will be like electricity and rainbows and nonstick frying pans.
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And it’s best if you know a good thing is going to happen, like an eclipse or getting a microscope for Christmas. And it’s bad if you know a bad thing is going to happen, like having a filling or going to France. But I think it is worst if you don’t know whether it is a good things or a bad thing which is going to happen.