I finished reading “The Kite Runner” a couple of days ago, and finishing, was a bit of a relief.
It was one of those books I had to put down a few times, regroup and carry on. So this 372 pages piece took me 2 weeks to get through, which is quite long for me.
Looking at Afghanistan through the eyes of the writer, where the country is described as bountiful and rich with beauty for at least a good significant period in the first part of the book was an eye opener. And as a reader, it was an admission of my ignorance.
Admittedly, I preferred those parts where the author recounted the early life of the main character Amir, a child raised by a wealthy father, and running kites with his best friend Hassan. However, even while telling readers about those seemingly wonderful moments, Khaled Hosseini skilfully drops his own bombs. And this was it for me, as tragic events unfold I am forced to take a moment before I can go on with the book. When I pick it up again, the only thing on my mind is:” when is the next bomb going to drop?” This rhythm is constant throughout the book. You are lulled into a false sense of security with a reminder that it is not so, coming up just at the right moment to keep you on your toes. As the book near its end, you are not even sure how it is going to end.
For me, this is a 4*