Christopher Boone is a fifteen year old boy with Asperger’s Syndrome.
He knows a great deal about maths and has a very logical way of
thinking. Christopher knows very little about human beings and their
behaviour and gets very confused and frustrated by most conversations.
He loves lists, timetables, patterns and the truth. He hates the
colour yellow, because of custard, bananas and double yellow lines and
he also hates the colour brown because of dirt, gravy and wood. One of
the affects of his Asperger’s syndrome means Christopher also hates
being touched. He has never gone further than the end of the road on
his own, but when he finds his neighbour Mrs Shears’ pet poodle
Wellington has been murdered he sets out on a frightening journey
which will turn his whole world upside down.
Christopher is the narrator and detective of the events that take
place in this murder mystery. He is a young boy dealing with the death
of his mother in the best way he knows how, this means that he is
determined to find out what has happened to Wellington. He writes
clues in a book which he carelessly leaves for his father to find. His
father asks him to stop with his silly investigation and removes the
book from Christopher’s possession. While Christopher is looking
around his fathers bedroom for the confiscated book, he discovers
several hidden letters in a shirt box in his fathers wardrobe, after
reading just a few he starts to wonder about the mysterious way in
which his father prevented him from visiting his mother in hospital.
After speaking with one of his neighbour’s about Well...
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...d expression appears on Christopher’s face as he moves
forwards and back again several times watching the automatic door open
and close. A man is approaching and Christopher is quite oblivious to
this as he is playing contentedly with the door.
The man is tall, slim and wearing a grey Swindon railway uniform, as
he gets closer to Christopher we see his reflection in the glass
automatic doors. He sees what Christopher is doing and shouts:
‘Hey, boy, stop messing with that door’
Christopher jumps and looking horrified by this stranger’s tone, and
moves swiftly back to the train timetable, the man stops for a moment,
frowns at Christopher and then continues through the door and into the
Christopher again checks for people approaching and makes his move
towards the door and enters.
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