The Curious Incident Of The Dog In The Night Time

The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time
Mark Haddon
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be happy to correct mistakes or omissions in future editions. Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Haddon, Mark. The curious incident of the dog in the night-time : a novel / Mark Haddon. -- 1st ed. p. cm.Despite his overwhelming fear of interacting with people, Christopher, a mathematically gifted, autistic fifteen-year-old boy, decides to investigate the murder of a neighbor's dog and uncovers secret information about his mother. [1. Autism -- Fiction. 2. Savants (Savant syndrome) -- Fiction. 3. England -- Fiction.] I. Title. PZ7.H1165 Cu 2003 [Fie] -- dc21 2002031355 ISBN 0-385-50945-6 Copyright ©2002 by Mark Haddon All Rights Reserved Printed in the United States of America July 2003 First Edition 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

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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's house. Its eyes were closed. It looked as if itwas 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 notsee 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's 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 wascalled 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 hadkilled 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

and I knew that it meant "sad," which is what I felt when I found the dead dog. Then she showed me this picture

and I knew that it meant "happy," like whenI'm reading about the Apollo space missions, or when I am still awake at 3 a.m. or 4 a.m. 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

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...