Wow. Wow. Pistons. Wow.

I just finished reading Mark Haddon's The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, and I can't remember the last time a book made me so happy. It's just a gorgeous piece of work. When I was in high school, I worked summers at a camp for kids with disabilities, and none of the kids got on my nerves more than the ones with autism. They just did not give a fuck about you. I wish I'd had this book then. If you don't know, it's a detective story of sorts, but the narrator is a kid with Asperger's Syndrome and a horribly chaotic home life. I love this character. I don't usually want to swoop in and save a fictional character from an awful life, but I do right now.