There is a heartfelt vulnerability in this book that unfolds to the very last page. There is nothing that isn’t refreshing and original in this. The Kite Runner. I’ve found that of the books I’ve read, many don’t impress me. Maybe I have expectations that just go unfulfilled. This one delivered. It was sad. It was harrowing, it was jolting. Yet there is a character that actually changes in this book, and there is a deep sea of good we splash in for awhile. It’s what we all want from humanity. And as touching as it is, it isn’t too big to be unbelievable, and it isn’t too magnificent to make it melodramatic. It is simple. One example Amir sees children staring at his watch as they sit on the ground eating their dinner. He asks permission to give the children the watch, then sees them play with it for a moment before tossing it from their play and attention. Later, he realizes, they were not staring at his watch, but at his food. This story is told in such a way, where a real event become a big deal, rather than the big deal being forced to become real.
I was also impressed with the complex side stories that all find their way back to tie into Amir, the main character. Hosseini tells a magnificent tale, and presents in the Kite Runner an overlying unity that all great stories have. Hosseini makes events tangible, then we are almost allowed to forget they happened, then their meaning resurfaces and allows for that aha moment that makes us really smile. The kite competition is a great example of this. First taking place in the beginning of the book, it’s poignant then and you may think that is where the meaning and significance stops. Eventually it comes back into play, and we are left with an unforgettable full-circle ending.
It makes one appreciate the real blessing it is to live in a country where bombings aren’t a normal occurence, and food is in surplus. We take so much for granted. There is so much to be thankful for.