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Cephalopod Coffee House

Welcome to the Cephalopod Coffee House. This meetup is hosted by The Armchair Squid. We meet the last Friday of the month to discuss the best books we've read during the month.,204,203,200_.jpgThis month I read The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon.

As always when I run across a "literary" novel that I actually like, I'm shocked by how much I liked it. I guess I've been burned too many times by books that are basically 300 pages of people moping around. THIS book has no moping. It follows the adventures of Christopher John Francis Boone, a teenaged boy who loves math and science, animals and the color red. He knows the prime numbers up to 7057, and dreams of being an astronaut. His lofty goals are somewhat hampered by his "learning difficulties" which include:

  • He hates the color yellow
  • He hates the color brown
  • He can't stand to be touched
  • He has difficulty reading other people's emotions
The novel is presented as a story written by Christopher at the urging of his teacher. It begins as a mystery novel - because those are the only novels worth reading in Christopher's opinion - and with the murder of a neighborhood dog. As the story moves on, even greater mysteries are presented, the solving of which tests Christopher's boundaries and resolve. The narration is in the first person, and very much captures the voice of someone who may or may not be autistic (Christopher's "learning difficulties" certainly point in the direction of autism, but it is never mentioned in the book, and upon later research, it appears the author has never explicitly stated he is autistic). I was really rooting for the kid from the beginning, and was sad to come to the end of the book.

This is going to be a quick one. I don’t have much time due to procrastination and finals.

(It seems I’m blaming so much on school lately, but it really is occupying a lot of my “free” time.)

Anyway, insecurities…

I think right now, because my focus has shifted so much over the last few months, I’m a little worried that I may quit writing all together. I don’t want to quit, but I don’t know how to fit it into my life anymore. Last month, I decided to work on editing some short stories instead of working on anything new, and I got through two stories, started on a third, but I just ran out of steam. I have too much going on to work on anything long term. The whole, “write every day” thing is not happening, and it’s not likely to happen again for a good six months.

I have to figure out where I am, and where I want to go, and how I’m going to get there. That’s just the fact of it.