This was the other book I read during Christmas. It was quite easy to read, and most of it was finished during a train ride between Bergen and Oslo.
I’ve never read The kite runner, although I’ve been meaning to. I have the book, most graciously given for my birthday by Cat and Is, but I haven’t gotten to it yet. Although I’ve seen the film and think it was good, I didn’t have any preconceptions about Hosseini’s writing because of this.
But I must say I was very impressed. The story in itself is beautiful, and the whole book aims to describe the difficult situations many women in Afghanistan have struggled, and still struggle with. One gets overwhelmed with the amount of helplessness the women feel, and the extreme oppression a whole society excerts against about half of its population. One gets angry and frustrated with all the wrongdoing in the book, and begin to get a sense of the hard history og Afhanistan. But in the midst of all this, there is love, strong love, and sometimes the butterflies of infatuation. Both of the two main love stories are beautiful in its own way.
While reading the book, I became increasingly interested in the country of Afghanistan, and all of the historical events and conflicts that leads up to the story in the book. I think Khaled Hosseini does a marvellous job in describing a country with burdened history where a lot of things has failed, but also in describing a country that sometimes shows another side that many of us never hears about, and a people the is strong and enduring. Obviously Hosseini wants to show the depths and hidden beauty of Afghanistan, and I think he succeeds.
The book is heartbreaking and splendid, and hard to put away when you first begin reading it. I guess I have to read The kite runner as well, now!