Out of My - Mind by Draper Sharon

How much do I want to read more? 7/10

That's weird but I like it. I like weird, things you don't usually read elsewhere. It's not that good, but it's different enough to make it interesting.
The girl obviously was born with physical disabilities, but developed intelectual faculties like remembering every words, and a photo memory.
I'm naturally curious to know about what happened next. What's her story. How did she come to write this book. Did she become a writer? I don't think so. But something special surely happened to her. I mean she was different from everyone else. So how did she deal with it in her later years?

CHAPTER 1 - Words

I’m surrounded by thousands of words. Maybe millions.
Every word my parents spoke to me or about me I absorbed and kept and remembered. All of them.
But only in my head.
I have never spoken one single word. I am almost eleven years old.


I can’t talk. I can’t walk. I can’t feed myself or take myself to the bathroom.
When people look at me, I guess they see a girl with short, dark, curly hair strapped into a pink wheelchair.

I suppose it’s a good thing to be unable to forget anything; But it’s also very frustrating. I can’t share any of it.
Everybody uses words to express themselves. Except me. And I bet most people don’t realize the real power of words. But I do.


I guess I figured out I was different a little at a time.

Dad loves cheese. It doesn’t agree with his digestive system very well, though. Dad also has the loudest, stinkiest farts in creation. I don’t know how he manages to control them at work, or even if he does, but when he’d get home, he’d let them loose. They’d start as he walked up the stairs.
Step, fart.
Step, fart.
Step, fart.

I’d get to go to Where the Wild Things Are, or to where The Cat in the Hat was making a mess.
I probably knew the words by heart before he did. Goodnight, Moon. Make Way for Ducklings.

I’m pretty sure I have a photographic memory. It’s like I have a camera in my head.