I really enjoyed this book.  Christopher was just too pure for the world, and I wanted to hug him, but he would have hated that.  Christoper is an autistic boy who finds the neighbor's dog murdered.  Initially he is blamed for it because he's found at the scene of the crime cradling the dog.  Christopher is then determined to act as a detective like Sherlock Holmes and discover who killed poor Wellington the dog.

This book is told in the first person, which usually makes me cringe and stop reading; however, it was so beautifully written that I feel as though I got a chance to see the thinking process of an autistic person first hand.  It was very fascinating to see how his thought process worked; how he saw and interacted the world and the people around him.

In the middle searching for the killer, Christopher uncovers an entirely different mystery regarding his family.  His dad has been lying to him and throws his world into a tailspin.

This book is funny and engaging and gives a small bit of insight into the life of a person with autism, and being the parent of a child with autism.

This has been on my TBR for ages and I'm using it for:

I don't know what to say about this book.

I don't know how I feel about this book. 

This book was haunting. It was horrifying.  It was sad. It was heartbreaking.

This is basically a handbook for what not to do when you're a teenager.  This poor girl.  I can't even pretend to imagine what it was like to walk in her shoes.  To think that her addiction began with so-called friends drugging her.  And once the cycle began she couldn't pull herself out for very long.

And she tried.  I believe she tried and desperately wanted to get clean and stay that way.  And the way people treated her while she was trying to fly straight... It doesn't surprise me that people could do the things to her they did.  People of all ages can be so horrible.

And I'll forever wonder if she slipped, or if someone, once again, pushed her off the wagon without her consent.

I will never truly understand addiction because I have never been--unless you count Pepsi Throwbacks because man was I ever hooked on them!  The difference is, when I quit them, I didn't have people trying to force me back into my dependence on them.

This was beautifully sad and I don't thnk I'll ever be able to read it again. It was that kind of novel.