Every now and then after I read a book, I say to myself or someone close by “this was such an interesting read, I should do a review”
But more often than not, the appeal starts to fade almost as soon as the words are spoken and eventually I abandon the thought all together.
But that wasn’t the case here.
This was such a captivating and intriguing read that I started on the first draft of this review at page 159 with about 60 pages to go. I knew I couldn’t wait till I was done, I had to express the emotion I felt at this time on this page.
I had been bawling my eyes out, almost breathless from crying that I had to put the book down and catch my breath.
Confused and bewildered I flipped through the pages of my mind desperate to recount a similar incident. I needed to know that it wasn’t just the spectacular writing and storytelling abilities of the author, that had reduced me to a weepy, breathless version of myself. I needed to know that it had happened before. That I was just being dramatic.
But I came up short.
I could not recall a single time in all the many years and all the many books that I had reacted this way to a story I read.
I had no doubt been close to tears on countless other instances but had I actually ever gone all the way?
And in such a manner?
Like a little child whose favorite toy had been snatched away forcefully, I had been inconsolable. My heart was actually breaking for Miriam like she was a person I knew and loved at a point in my life.
I reminded myself that I was usually very forgetful, that I had probably reacted like this countless time before. I just couldn’t recall any at the moment. Quickly closing that chapter and suppressing the voice that struggled to remind me that I had read countless other books and had had no such reaction before, not even close.
I needed to still the voice because I needed to finish the book without paying too much attention to my emotions and responses.
Eventually, I finished the book.
A photo of the author
Here’s what I thought….
A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini is a story of the beauty, intense strength and courage of two Afghan women dealing with the cruel, capricious and war-torn existence life had imposed on them.
The most outstanding thing about the book is the flow. There’s a calm and steady way the author carries you along. A gentleness with which the story reveals itself. No rush, no apprehension.
There’s a certain captivating intrigue, at every point along the tale. You think you know what the book is about. You are certain you have come to the last curve. But you are wrong, it peels back another layer and it’s almost like a brand new story.
Here’s my favorite quotes from the book
“Marriage can wait, education can not”
“Of all the hardships a person had to face, none was more punishing than the simple act of waiting”
“You see somethings I can teach you. Some you learn from books. But there are things that, well, you have to see and feel.”
“She is the noor of my eyes and the sultan of my heart”
Boys, Laila came to see, treated friendship the way they treated the sun: its existence undisputed; its radiance best enjoyed, not beheld directly
One last time, Miriam did as she was told
I thoroughly enjoyed reading this book and that says a lot cause I tend to deliberately avoid war themed stories. But this was such an easy read, a true page turner.
To find out more about Khaled Hosseini, click here.
Here’s a link to where you can purchase the book on Amazon. I hope you find it as entertaining as I did.
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