Not to be confused with a boring book review.
On Saturday I finished reading, “A Spot of Bother,” by Mark Haddon. I’d read his “The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time,” a few years back and LOVED IT. Loved it so much I bought it for someone as a gift. Loved it so much I read it a second time. Therefore, I was very excited to learn that this man had written other books.
Dog book? Told from the perspective of a boy with Autism. Spot book? Reads like it’s told from the perspective of a boy with Autism. And this happened:
Just me, looking real, real sad about this book. You know what? My expectations were too high.
If I love one book, I want to love them all. Like Steinbeck. Like Kerouac. Like Camus. Maybe this just wasn’t Haddon’s fate. But because it’s a book, and I love books, and I try to give every book I start an equal chance, I plugged through it. It stopped reading like Autism, but I still couldn’t get into it.
1/4 way through, 1/3 way through, 1/2 way through. And still not looking up! I would rather complain and suffer than give up on a book. Unless it’s a math book. But I know enough not to pick one of those up.
But then, a miracle happened. On page 195 (yeah, 195), the crazy dad character is trying to explain his crazy actions (don’t want to give it away) and he says, “It seemed to make sense at the time.” That was what I needed! I think that any crazy action is justifiable if it “made sense at the time,” because things make sense to me all the time and then after (usually right after) I realize that they don’t make THAT much sense and then I have to live with it. Almost 200 pages, but we finally got to:
Then it worked it’s way off into one of those “And everyone was happy” endings which, although are not my favorite, worked well for the book.
So good job, Mark Haddon!