So now that I am done with school FOREVER (hopefully) I actually have time to read whatever I want, yay! Being an English major is like being that fat kid from the movie Matilda in the scene where the principal gives him an entire cake to eat. At first he’s stoked. Cake, alright! He thinks, much like an English major is excited to be given their first novel to read for homework (ok maybe not excited, but at least pleased that the assigned reading was not from a text book, yuck.) Then little by little, the kid is full, and the hook nosed principal is staring at him, forcing him to chew every last bit of the giant chocolate cake. By the week before graduation, I never wanted to open another book again; I was full.
To no one's surprise, my appetite for reading returned, and the first book I chose as a college graduate was The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini. I know this book is so 2003, but I don’t like to read books in the height of their fame. I prefer to read them before or after everyone else. I’m such a rebel.
Fortunately I knew nothing about this book whatsoever going in to it. I love surprises so I don’t want to say much about it except what you may already know (that it received outstanding reviews, was a #1 New York Times bestseller, and it is based on an Afghani boy). The writing is absolutely beautiful—Housseini is so talented. Every sentence in this novel has a purpose and the story unravels flawlessly. Not to mention I felt like I learned a thing or two so, bonus points! I feel like nothing I say can accurately express the wonder that is this book, so if you are a reader and are late on the bandwagon like yours truly, then check it out.
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