The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time–Mark Haddon

I don’t know what I originally thought this book was about, but it definitely wasn’t about an autistic boy finding his neighbours dead dog impaled with a pitch fork.

This was a book that I judged by the cover. I kept seeing these simple covers with ridiculous book titles and finally I found this one in a thrift store and decided I needed to give it a go without actually reading the back completely.

I can’t stress enough that not reading the back of a book can be so magical. It was a complete surprise as to what was going on and it was well worth the wait.

The beat of this book is different from my usual writers and the main character was very interesting to follow through his story. It was well written, well plotted, well developed and I really liked it.

A lot of people see kids and people with mental disabilities as just their supposed disabilities, but they get to see the world in a totally different light and I enjoyed being privy to that through a writer who did so in a way that wasn’t insulting or demeaning in the least. The story follows Christopher through solving a mystery of how his neighbours dog came to be dead and finding out much and more about the people around him and what he is capable of when he views his own life as being in danger.

Mark Haddon really nailed it and opened my eyes and I definitely suggest this book to everyone it was really cool to see through the eyes of someone who doesn’t have the same rhythm I do.

Hope to find more of his work soon!

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Keep Moving Forward

Soooo….remember last week when I said that I wasn’t going to break my stride? Yeah. I broke it. BUT it was for a fair reason and I dare anyone to defy my decision in stopping.

Here’s some TMI for you: PMS boob pains. There are only a handful of things that could stop me when I set my mind to something (two of which are the words ‘Hey, let’s go get a poutine’ and ‘Let’s go watch Outlander’) and the very tippy top of the list is all period related.

Now, I’ve worked out during my period, I’m sure a lot of girls have, but there are two things attached to said period (well, I guess one thing is something trying to DETACH from me, heyo…gross word play.) that will stop me from doing an aerobic exercise:

1) My boobs become two (albeit smallish) sacks of sandbag hell where it feels like someone is continuously punching me in the tit while another person is putting them into a vice. Hello sleeping in a bra because it hurts to move.

2) Cramps that feel like I’m being stabbed by a rusty machete and it hurts to stretch let alone do crunches.

This weekend I had to cancel on plans with someone because the cramps were so bad I couldn’t (and didn’t want to) get out of bed. Instead I had to force myself up to get Advil and then made socks all weekend while watching Scrubs because moving from my Buddha-like sitting position was like being skewered by a katana.

(Upon writing this I realize I know more swords than I thought.)

Anyway, now that that’s all dealt with and I’ve inexplicably lost 5 pounds (I’m going to assume it was the child I never wanted and water weight combo.) I can recharge, restart, and be a little more prepared for the next annihilation of my insides.

All in all…fuck periods. Period.

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