The Kite Runner; Khaled Hosseini; Bloomsbury 2003
The Kite Runner- I bought it off Amazon because it came recommended along with A Short History of Tractors in Ukranian. As per the latter, both extremities of this book were covered in snippets of glowing reviews the book had received.
I must admit it, I’m often too lazy to check out new material for myself, rather, I let other people do it for me, and will keep on doing so until the day I run out of good, pre-reviewed, ideally multi-awarded books, films, albums and guitars. Then I’ll be rummaging around bookstores and actually reading bits of the text to see if I like them or not.
Or possibly I might try to pool in myself, if inspiration strikes.
Anyway, back to the Kite Runner. This is a bloody good book, and when I say bloody I mean it. It is a tale of friendship, honour, sacrifice, and ultimately, love – not the Valentine’s Day variety, sultry, sugary and sexy; rather it’s the kind of love that is so unnatural to our selfish nature, sacrificial and undemanding.
Excellently written, it is basically the journey of Amir, the narrator, in trying to make up for his betrayal of Hassan, his dear friend and servant who had loved him selflessly, trying to exorcise demons which had tormented him since he was 12 years old.
The result is a book which almost left me in tears (but didn’t, as usual), and which I made a point to finish within 2 days, rather like A Child Called It, by Dave Pelzer, which is similarly poignant. Indeed the emotions evoked are very similar, hearkening back to the strong bond children usually have with their parents and siblings. But I can’t stress enough how good this book is without boring myself to a premature death, so I’ll stop here.
Please do read it though.