Book Review: The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini
An unlikely friendship between two young boys told against the devastating backdrop of the history of Afghanistan over the last thirty years. “And that’s the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.” Oh, boy. This one really put me through the wringer. If I wasn’t wanting to batter Amir to death with said book because of his selfish childhood actions, I was sobbing crying on my knees shouting “Why, God? WHY?!” I feel like Hosseini was trying to personally destroy me with my feels. Luckily, I read to feel my feels. Whether that’s excitement, or rage, or tension, or fear, or that moment when you actually feel a pain in your chest and you sincerely hope that your Red Bull addiction hasn’t come back to haunt you and that it’s just an emotional pain deep in your heart. So, yes, Hosseini, you may have broken me, but I loved every minute of it The characterisation is just another level here. Within merely 30 pages I just knew that