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Winner of the Whitbread Book of the Year 'Outstanding...a stunningly good read' Observer 'Mark Haddon's portrayal of an emotionally dissociated mind is a superb achievement... Wise and bleakly funny' Ian McEwan The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time is a murder mystery novel like no other. The detective, and narrator, is Christopher Boone. Christopher is fifteen and has Asperger's Syndrome. He knows a very great deal about maths and very little about human beings. He loves lists, patterns and the truth. He hates the colours yellow and brown and being touched. He has never gone further than the end of the road on his own, but when he finds a neighbour's dog murdered he sets out on a terrifying journey which will turn his whole world upside down.

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Mark Haddon is an author, illustrator and screenwriter who has written fifteen books for children and won two BAFTAs. He lives in Oxford.

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"I have never read anything quite like Mark Haddon's funny and agonizingly honest book, or encountered a narrator more vivid and memorable. I advise you to buy two copies; you won't want to lend yours out."
--Arthur Golden, author of Memoirs of a Geisha

"A delightful and brilliant book. Very moving, very plausible and very funny."
--Oliver Sacks

"Brilliantly empathetic. Believe the hype: a brilliant, heart-warming book."
--Scotsman

"A remarkable book. An impressive achievement and a rewarding read."
--Time Out

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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 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'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 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 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 when I'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 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 and then she laughed. So I tore the original piece of paper up and threw it away. And Siobhan apologized. 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 toward me from the patio. She was wearing pajamas 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 meters.
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.
Siobhan said that I should write something I would want to read myself. Mostly I read books about science and maths. I do not like proper novels. In proper novels people say things like, "I am veined with iron, with silver and with streaks of common mud. I cannot contract into the firm fist which those clench who do not depend on stimulus."1 What does this mean? I do not know. Nor does Father. Nor does Siobhan or Mr. Jeavons. I have asked them.
Siobhan has long blond hair and wears glasses which are made of green plastic. And Mr. Jeavons smells of soap and wears brown shoes that have approximately 60 tiny circular holes in each of them.
But I do like murder mystery novels. So I am writing a murder mystery novel.
In a murder mystery novel someone has to work out who the murderer is and then catch them. It is a puzzle. If it is a good puzzle you can sometimes work out the answer before the end of the book.
Siobhan said that the book should begin with something to grab people's attention. That is why I started with the dog. I also started with the dog because it happened to me and I find it hard to imagine things which did not happen to me.
Siobhan read the first page and said that it was different. She put this word into inverted commas by making the wiggly quotation sign with her first and second fingers. She said that it was usually people who were killed in murder mystery novels. I said that two dogs were killed in The Hound of the Baskervilles, the hound itself and James Mortimer's spaniel, but Siobhan said they weren't the victims of the murder, Sir Charles Baskerville was. She said that this was because readers cared more about people than dogs, so if a person was killed in a book, readers would want to carry on reading.
I said that I wanted to write about something real and I knew people who had died but I did not know any people who had been killed, except Mr. Paulson, Edward's father from school, and that was a gliding accident, not murder, and I didn't really know him. I also said that I cared about dogs because they were faithful and honest, and some dogs were cleverer and more interesting than some people. Steve, for example, who comes to the school on Thursdays, needs help to eat his food and could not even fetch a stick. Siobhan asked me not to say this to Steve's mother.
11. Then the police arrived. I like the police. They have uniforms and numbers and you know what they are meant to be doing. There was a policewoman and a policeman. The policewoman had a little hole in her tights on her left ankle and a red scratch in the middle of the hole. The policeman had a big orange leaf stuck to the bottom of his shoe which was poking out from one side.
The policewoman put her arms round Mrs. Shears and led her back toward the house.
I lifted my head off the grass.
The policeman squatted down beside me and said, "Would you like to tell me what's going on here, young man?"
I sat up and said, "The dog is dead."
"I'd got that far," he said.
I said, "I think someone killed the dog."
"How old are you?" he asked.
I replied, "I am 15 years and 3 months and 2 days."
"And what, precisely, were you doing in the garden?" he asked.
"I was holding the dog," I repl The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time 夜色中好奇的狗 英文原版 [平装] 电子书 下载 mobi epub pdf txt

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于善待“差生”，宽容“差生”。

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应该是正版的，像之前有的人呢说的那样，书很厚但很轻，纸张薄而轻、滑。。。看了前面的一部分，虽然还没看到结局，但感觉会是很感人的一部书，期待中。。。这本书虽然语法上没什么难点，但一定的词汇还是要有的。本人高中生，看的时候大部分时候是一半猜着去理解的。当然也不排除我的词汇量不算好啦。。。内容嘛，之前有从别人那里了解到这是一本关于自闭症儿童的世界的书。作者以第一人称，用很普通实在的语言（里面真的没什么很长的单词和复杂的句子语法）从主角的视觉去写下自闭孩子的生活与想法。文中的主角就是一自闭男孩，他的很多理论与想法简单得像稚儿，但却又同时像哲学家那样充满深度。哲学家总是很难被同辈人理解认同的，而也许正是因为自闭症孩子太早太轻而易举地到达了世人要历经众多困难磨炼才能触及的真正的哲学家的境界，所以他们才不能被身边的人理解，也不能完全理解身边的人。这本书的书名乍一看给人侦探小说的感觉，实际上并不是侦探小说。简单但富含深度，这点与《小王子》有点像，但当然还是没《小王子》那么简单，还是那句话，要想读得一遍就懂大意，还是需要一定词汇量的。。。。。。另外，这真不是侦探小说啊哈。

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书是从垃圾堆捡的嘛，书上面的土一层，翻页那个地方也全是土，里面还有大拇指的手印，外边的袋子也是土，没想到里面也都是土，可见你们库房就全是土，而且书没有塑封

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it's a great book telling us a mystery story and many stories behind it.

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终于有这本书的正版了，仔细品味中。

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②民主平等是指在学术面前人人平等，在知识面前人人平等。不因家庭背景、地区差异而歧视，不因成绩落后、学习困难遭冷落。民主的核心是遵照大多数人的意志而行事，教学民主的核心就是发展、提高多数人。可是总有人把眼睛盯在几个尖子学生身上，有意无意地忽视多数学生的存在。“抓两头带中间”就是典型的做法。但结果往往是抓“两头”变成抓“一头”，“带中间”变成“丢中间”。教学民主最好的体现是以能者为师，教学相长。信息时代的特征，能者未必一定是教师，未必一定是“好”学生。在特定领域，特定环节上，有兴趣占有知识高地的学生可以为同学“师”，甚至为教师“师”。在教学中发现不足，补充知识、改善教法、

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我看了这本书籍很好，有不错的感想。认真学习了这本书，给我几个感受

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③我们的教师为了控制课堂，总担心秩序失控而严格纪律，导致紧张有余而轻松不足。轻松的氛围，使学生没有思想顾忌，没有思想负担，提问可以自由发言，讨论可以畅所欲言，回答不用担心受怕，辩论不用针锋相对。同学们的任何猜想、幻想、设想都受到尊重、都尽可能让他们自己做解释，在聆听中交流想法、

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沟通中达成共识。

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