Strange thing. A short while ago I bought a book called “The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime”. I recalled flipping through it in a store when it came out a few years ago, and remembered being interested in it. But I couldn’t remember what happened in the book, so I figured that I didn’t buy it for some reason or other. I certainly didn’t recall seeing it on my bookshelf.
Anyway, I started reading it last night, and it quickly became clear that I had already read the first 20 pages or so. Which seemed strange if I hadn’t bought the book already. And yet, I cannot remember at all what happens later on in the book. So I flipped to a point later on to see if I recognize any of the passages, and I did. So it’s quite obvious to me that I have read this book already.
I don’t remember it being a bad book…I just don’t remember the plot at all. Yet, I remember the very distinct writing style. And like I said, it’s nowhere on my bookshelf.
My conclusion is that I read the book, enjoyed it, lent my copy to someone, and then promptly forgot about it. I have no idea when this was or to whom I gave the book.
So now I’m a little stuck. On one hand, I want to find out what happens. On the other hand, it’s disconcerting reading passages that I remember, without knowing what happens. It’s not like deja vu; more accurate to say that it feels like amnesia…as if someone or something just erased the knowledge from my head, but the slightest hint remains as a clue.
And it makes me wonder what else I’ve forgotten in this manner. Freaks me out a little, actually.