a ja polecam - zwlaszcza paniom

[zyta2003]

do przeczytania ksiazke Mark Haddon - Dziwny przypadek psa nocna pora.
Ksiazka ta stale sie bestselerem w Europie, obecnie zajmuje 5-te miejsce w
rakingu NTY, co jak na nieamerykanskiego autora i nie biografie jest wielkim
sukcesem. Ksiazka, wzruszajaca i smutna opowiada o widzeniu swiata przez
autystycznego chopca i jak usiluje odnalezc sie w tym niezrozumialym dla
niego swiecie. Trudno nie oprzec sie roznym refleksjom po jej przeczytaniu.
Ja czytalam wj, polskim, kupilam w polskiej ksiegarni, ale to juz kilka
tygodni temu.

[staua]

Moj przyjaciel, ktorego opinie bardzo cenie, tez mi polecal, jak bylam w
Polsce. Na pewno przeczytam.

[jot-23]

zyta2003 napisała:

> do przeczytania ksiazke Mark Haddon - Dziwny przypadek psa nocna pora.
> Ksiazka ta stale sie bestselerem w Europie, obecnie zajmuje 5-te miejsce w
> rakingu NTY, co jak na nieamerykanskiego autora i nie biografie jest wielkim
> sukcesem.

chodzi ci o ranking NYT? tak dla "jaj" sprawdzilem.... zajmuje 17-te miejsce w
kategorii "paperback fiction"

[kaganowicz]

a ja slyszalem ze to bylo na piatym miejscu NTY!!!! Wiem lepiej!

[basienkanj1]

Jot, czy nie czytales naglowku, ksiazka ta polecana jest paniom, a ty chyba nia
nie jestes, wiec po prostu zamilknij jak nie masz nic madrego do napisania a
jedynie jakies czepialstwo non stop.

basienko boc tak laskawie z wlasnej i nieprzymuszo

[kaganowicz]

nej woli byc choc raz grzeczna? O ile czytam jota to nie nalega zebys NIE
CZYTALA tylko zwraca uwage ze nie bylo to na liscie NYT ponizej 15 go miejsca.
Przypominam natomiast ze bylo na 5-tym NTY, hehehe, klamczuszki!

[aniutek]

17 ste indeed
ale publikuja pierwszy rozdzial
moze warto? poczytajcie :)

'The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time'
By MARK HADDON


It was 7 minutes after midnight. The dog was lying on the grass in the middle
of the lawn in front of Mrs Shears' house. Its eyes were closed. It looked as
if it was 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 not see 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' 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 was called 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 had killed 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

[sad face]

and I knew that it meant 'sad,' which is what I felt when I found the dead dog.

Then she showed me this picture

[smiley face]

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

[various happy, sad, confused, surprised faces]

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 the piece of paper in my pocket and
took it out when I didn't understand what someone was saying. But it was very
difficult to decide which of the diagrams was most like the face they were
making because people's faces move very quickly.

When I told Siobhan that I was doing this, she got out a pencil and another
piece of paper and said it probably made people feel very

[confused face]

and then she laughed. So I tore the original piece of paper up and threw it
away. And Siobhan apologised. And now if I don't know what someone is saying I
ask them what they mean or I walk away.

5

I pulled the fork out of the dog and lifted him into my arms and hugged him. He
was leaking blood from the fork-holes.

I like dogs. You always know what a dog is thinking. It has four moods. Happy,
sad, cross and concentrating. Also, dogs are faithful and they do not tell lies
because they cannot talk.

I had been hugging the dog for 4 minutes when I heard screaming. I looked up
and saw Mrs Shears running towards me from the patio. She was wearing pyjamas
and a housecoat. Her toenails were painted bright pink and she had no shoes on.

She was shouting, 'What in fuck's name have you done to my dog?'.

I do not like people shouting at me. It makes me scared that they are going to
hit me or touch me and I do not know what is going to happen.

'Let go of the dog,' she shouted. 'Let go of the fucking dog for Christ's
sake.'

I put the dog down on the lawn and moved back 2 metres.

She bent down. I thought she was going to pick the dog up herself, but she
didn't. Perhaps she noticed how much blood there was and didn't want to get
dirty. Instead, she started screaming again.

I put my hands over my ears and closed my eyes and rolled forward till I was
hunched up with my forehead pressed onto the grass. The grass was wet and cold.
It was nice.

7

This is a murder mystery novel.

[kaganowicz]

dziekuej za podanie tekstu. Ta ksiazka to tylko dla psiarzy sie nadaje.