O anncio da Kuoni, reproduzido com a gentil permisso da Kuoni Advertising. Questes do exame de matemtica avanada reproduzidas com a gentil permisso do OCR. Todo esforo foi feito para encontrar outros detentores de copyright, e os editores tero prazer em corrigir erros ou omisses em futuras edies. O cachorro estava deitado na grama, no meio do jardim da frente da senhora Shears. Os olhos dele estavam fechados. Parecia que ele estava correndo de lado, do jeito que os cachorros correm, quando acham que esto atrs de um gato, num sonho.
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Caterina Versari I love you made the list in prime numbers. I love the book as much as you did. This book has so many intricacies that resonate and snag each of our minds in different spots. It is genius! This crap won the prestigious Whitbread Book of the Year honors, and while I have absolutely no idea what that entails, I firmly support both the eradication of this farcical award and the crucifixion of anyone on the selection committee that nominated this stinking smegma.
Id seen this book prominently featured at many shops mayhap Oprah was currently endorsing it as worthy fare , Absolute garbage.
This was both slick and sweet, even if the book blew, I could probably unload it on ebay and manage to actually make some money out of the deal. I will instead be using it as kindling for the next bonfire I start while camping.
Also, I had nothing else to read. I can say that this book taught me one thing; I solemnly vow only to bring a book I enjoy while secluded from the outside world from this day forth.
While hail pummeled the area, t-storms unleashed an epic deluge, and tornados were spotted touching down and killing people, the hicks took all this in perfect stride. In order to blend in with the natives, I peeled off my top, kicked off my shoes, scratched my nuts generously before picking my nose, and continued drinking, acting as nonchalant as possible in 90 mph winds while getting pulverized with all forms of precipitation.
If my simple-minded slander is going to bother you, go find something more worthwhile to do. First, by page twenty-five I was just sick of the all the words in bold and all the diagrams and illustrations. Yes, I understand that the story is told from the point of view of an autistic kid, it would be damned hard not to grasp that, but was it really necessary? Is this supposed to be representative of how autistic people think? Who the hell knows, but I personally found it annoying.
I will give the author kudos that the story was every bit as demanding as dealing with someone with autism, laying belly-down on the floor like a lowly reptile and groaning after seeing a brown paper bag. No, seriously. Lastly, this autistic kid is walking around with a knife throughout the book and ceaselessly contemplating shanking strangers with it. This honestly just absolutely offends me. This whole mystery is solved quickly and rather lamely within the story, which is fittingly moronic considering the whole work.
From there, Christopher goes on a quest to find his mother, whom he believed deceased, which is absolute crap. A happy ending to this drek was genuinely soul-destroying.
I can only speculate that prior to , once a child displayed the symptoms of autism they were unceremoniously dragged to the nearest river and drowned, or smothered with hay. A story like that would be solid. B Thok finds the nearest sizable stone and bludgeons Oog to death, resulting in an immediately full belly for the hearty hunter and about 85 edible pounds of meat for future consumption should the herd they are stalking decide to take to the hills.
Anyone reading this should be subjected to someone groaning in close proximity until they stop. Then they can tell me how cool that shit is.
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