In the first few pages this is what she wrote about the surgeon who operated on her boyfriend's eye and then disappears from the book This opthamologist doesn't smile much, but his mouth is slightly lopsided in a way that makes him look perpetually on the verge of a smile. She might not comment on a bit of a stain on a shirt, or a chipped fingernail, or a couple of errant chin or nose hairs, but you would know she saw them! I lone person in a group of ten is missing the tip of his little finger, I will notice it immediately." OMG, she must be so difficult to be friends with. I would have noticed the color of his eyebrows, the size of his ears, the condition of his teeth, the quality of his hair and skin, and all of this without making a conscious effort to do so.
I would have noticed whether he had hair in the spaces between his knuckles, would have noticed the length of his fingernails and exactly what shape the fingernails were. "Me - I notice everything even things my friends don't." "I would have noticed within fifteen seconds if that man was missing merely a button on a shirt cuff. But no it's about "Me - I'm a super recognizer " ok since I have prosopagnosia, maybe I'm a bit jell, jell jealous.
I thought this was going to be an objective non-fiction book about blindness. I perservered, it had to get better I thought, but no, once we got to the meat of the story, the author investigating blindess, it became offensive so I dnf'd it.
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