Books like this one make me cry. And not just because of the touching, endearing, wondrous story about an impossible boy doing impossible things, but because of the writing itself, of the work that went into it, the emotion that captivated me fully. What would it be like living without an understanding of human emotions? In a world that was noise and nuisance and nonsense, and that insisted on trying to make you fit in instead of just letting you be? Astounding. An amazing achievement.
Also, Christ on a bike, this is yet another book that's close to Rosehead. With a murder and an investigation and the mention of the Hound of the Baskerville and EVEN THE SAME QUOTE from it (and the hero living in his own head according to his own rules, and everyone thinking him sick when he doesn't feel sick in the slightest, just different).