My Father and I

I started writing a murder mystery book on Wellingtons death, but you cannot finish writing a mystery novel if you haven’t solved the mystery yourself. However, Father didn’t want me investigating Wellingtons murder. He said it wasn’t my place to stick my nose in Mrs. Shears business. I don’t think I was poking my nose […]

The Box of Letters

After Father and I’s big fight, he took my novel and never returned it. All my hard work was in that book. It had taken me days to investigate. I could start again, and just try really, really hard to remember all my research and just create another book. But, I decided this was too […]

Finding Mother

I coud not live in a house with a murderer. I was in danger and had to flee, fast. Lucky for me, Mothers address was on the letters: Flat 1 312 Lausanne Rd, London N8 I packed my snacks, my book, and my pet rat Toby, and made my way to the train station. I […]

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The Start of My Journey

My name is Christopher John Francis Boone. I am 15 years old. I know all the countries of the world and their capital cities and every prime number up to 7,057. I despise the color yellow and I despise being touched by any human. I am quite oblivious to human emotion also, and don’t think […]