Friday, May 25, 2007
A Thousand Splendid Suns
I bought it yesterday and finished it this morning. It was a fitful sleep, I knew I was too tired to read but I kept getting up and turning on the light to read just a bit more.
I read the first page in the car on the way to my class. I left the book in my car, knowing that I wouldn't concentrate if I had it near me. But I couldn't concentrate anyway. Then I drove home, cursing every green light for not being red so I can read just a few more pages.
Read it read it read it.
A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini
I'll be honest, I didn't think he could. I didn't think he could tell the story of Afghan women.
But he did, he told the story of women, the ones who stayed and suffered, and he told it with compassion and without stripping them of their dignity, as so many other books have done (I'm looking at you, Bookseller of Kabul). And he told the story of Kabul, of the wars, of the humanity glittering underneath the years of war.
Uff, I'm starting to cry now.