This book started out as kind of a fun, novelty book for me. I realized quickly that I had the wrong idea. Maybe it was the cover that set me on the wrong scent. Because, no matter what they tell you not to do, I DO choose a book by its cover. This one was bold and graphic and intriguing and I would've picked it up off of a shelf in the bookstore. Same with "The Namesake." Anyhow, enough of that.
I found myself very involved in this book. Especially when he was lost on the subway. I was so upset and agitated. I was breathing fast and my heart was racing and I'm sure I was only reading every third word because I was so anxious about what would happen to him.
There are apparently many levels of autism. Its hard to picture where Christopher is in the range. Could he ever live on his own? I don't know.
I'll never forget a talk I heard a mother of a severely autistic boy give once. She described the incessant screaming and throwing and the tiring tantrums. But then she described how sweet it was to watch her other children love him and handle him with kindness and care and the way he loved them back. She said, "Having a child with autism is like planning for a trip to London. You get excited and you pack a jacket and umbrella and you read your guide books and make all the necessary plans and then you step off the plane in Bucharest. . . you realize you didn't bring anything you needed, you know nothing about Romania, you don't know the language and you feel lost. After awhile you realize, 'Well, we can spend our whole time here wishing we were in London or we learn to enjoy Bucharest.'" I think Christopher's Mom was the former and his Dad was the latter.
Anyhow, I learned a lot from this book and appreciated its novel approach.
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This book started out as kind of a fun, novelty book for me. I realized quickly that I had the wrong idea. Maybe it was the cover that set me on the wrong scent. Because, no matter what they tell you not to do, I DO choose a book by its cover. This one was bold and graphic and intriguing and I would've picked it up off of a shelf in the bookstore. Same with "The Namesake." Anyhow, enough of that.
I found myself very involved in this book. Especially when he was lost on the subway. I was so upset and agitated. I was breathing fast and my heart was racing and I'm sure I was only reading every third word because I was so anxious about what would happen to him.
There are apparently many levels of autism. Its hard to picture where Christopher is in the range. Could he ever live on his own? I don't know.
I'll never forget a talk I heard a mother of a severely autistic boy give once. She described the incessant screaming and throwing and the tiring tantrums. But then she described how sweet it was to watch her other children love him and handle him with kindness and care and the way he loved them back. She said, "Having a child with autism is like planning for a trip to London. You get excited and you pack a jacket and umbrella and you read your guide books and make all the necessary plans and then you step off the plane in Bucharest. . . you realize you didn't bring anything you needed, you know nothing about Romania, you don't know the language and you feel lost. After awhile you realize, 'Well, we can spend our whole time here wishing we were in London or we learn to enjoy Bucharest.'" I think Christopher's Mom was the former and his Dad was the latter.
Anyhow, I learned a lot from this book and appreciated its novel approach.
tata and cheers!
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