READING CLUB. 2 ESO BILINGUAL SECTION
This is the beginning of the book I am planning to read with you. Have a look at the first two chapters and let me know.
It is an option. I can find easier, abridged books for those who find it too difficult.
My plan is to buy them second-hand through iberlibro ( remember you can be sent books to your door from abroad) and hopefully, they will be paid by the school so they can be used by other students in the future. If that is not possible, I will ask you if you are interested in buying them for the reasonable price of 4-5€
So, let's start:
2. It was 7 minutes after
midnight. The dog was lying on the grass in the middle of the lawn in front of
Mrs. Shears’s house. Its eyes were closed. It looked as if it was running on
its side, the way dogs run when they think they are chasing a cat in a dream.
But the dog was not running or asleep. The dog was dead. There was a garden
fork sticking out of the dog. The points of the fork must have gone all the way
through the dog and into the ground because the fork had not fallen over. I
decided that the dog was probably killed with the fork because I could not see
any other wounds in the dog and I do not think you would stick a garden fork
into a dog after it had died for some other reason, like cancer, for example,
or a road accident. But I could not be certain about this.
I went through Mrs. Shears’s gate, closing it
behind me. I walked onto her lawn and knelt beside the dog. I put my hand on
the muzzle of the dog. It was still warm.
The dog was called Wellington. It belonged to
Mrs. Shears, who was our friend. She lived on the opposite side of the road,
two houses to the left.
Wellington was a poodle. Not one of the small
poodles that have hairstyles but a big poodle. It had curly black fur, but when
you got close you could see that the skin underneath the fur was a very pale
yellow, like chicken.
I stroked Wellington and wondered who had
killed him, and why.
3. My name is Christopher John Francis Boone.
I know all the countries of the world and their capital cities and every prime
number up to 7,057. Eight years ago, when I first met Siobhan, she showed me
this picture
😔
and I knew that it meant “sad,”
which is what I felt when I found the dead dog. Then she showed me this picture
😊
and I knew that it meant
“happy,” like when I’m reading about the Apollo space missions, or when I am still
awake at 3 a.m. or 4 a.m. in the morning and I can walk up and down the street
and pretend that I am the only person in the whole world. Then she drew some
other pictures
😯
😕😐
but I was unable to say what
these meant. I got Siobhan to draw lots of these faces and then write down next
to them exactly what they meant. I kept the piece of paper in my pocket and
took it out when I didn’t understand what someone was saying. But it was very
difficult to decide which of the diagrams was most like the face they were
making because people’s faces move very quickly. When I told Siobhan that I was
doing this, she got out a pencil and another piece of paper and said it
probably made people feel very and then she laughed. So I tore the original
piece of paper up and threw it away. And Siobhan apologized. And now if I don’t
know what someone is saying, I ask them what they mean or I walk away.
