Of Kites And Suns

I just finished reading two wonderful books back to back - The Kite Runner and A Thousand Splendid Suns, both by Khaled Hosseini. Took me 5 weeks. I have only this to say - thought provoking, heart wrenching to the fucking max.

I'm generally not an emotional person. Even the passing of my great grand mother a couple of years ago didn't affect me that much. And I shared room with the old lady for a good part of my teens. The day John Denver crashed his Long-EZ bird and died doesn't count. I cried when my dad called to tell me the news. I like to think he's jamming up there with Moses and Elijah singing Take Me Home, Country Roads and shit. With good ol' Peter on cymbals.

But this two books made me...all teary and shit. It has been a long time since a book had emotionally got to me this much, I kid you not.

Now for the spoiler.

There's a lot of violence. Domestic abuse, misery, betrayal, suicide and like, everyone dies. A terrible, horrible death. Mangled bodies everywhere. Shit tubes exposed and shit. The hero, heroine, their parents, grandparents, brothers and sister, girlfriends, boyfriends, their sheep, dog's, a few Taliban and everything else. Obliterated. Blood everywhere. The mayor of Herat (don't know where Herat is? Go google it, bitch!) is impaled on a stake and six days later his corpse is fed to the dogs. And someone also gets butt fucked. By force.

Sad, no?

Look, if you haven't read these two books yet, you're an idiot of an elephantine proportion. So, go on. Get the books.

That is all.