In other news, (I haven’t blogged it forever… see how I’m making up for it now?) I just finished The Kite Runner, per an aunt’s request. Holy. Freaking. Crap. The single most depressing book I’ve ever read. I’m not even sure I’d recommend it to anyone. I guess I would since the writing is spectacular and it really draws you in, but the qualifier would be, only read this book if you’re life is going pretty well. If you’re in a rut or dealing with a depressing time, skip this book and read Terri Hatcher’s Burnt Toast instead.
Stu is currently reading Three Cups of Tea, which is probably one of the most inspirational books I’ve ever read. So he’s over there getting happy and feeling pretty good about life while I’m ready to slip my wrists dealing with the guilt Amir is holding in his heart in MY book. Stu actually said to me the other night while we were both reading, “Everyone should read this book.” I kind of laughed and agreed and he said, “No, seriously. Everyone should read this book.” I TOLD him it was that good, just like Marcia told ME it was that good. So, when it comes to reading about Pashtuns and the Afghani/Pakistani region, if you must make a choice, skip The Kite Runner and read Three Cups of Tea.
This is of course my opinion, and for some, the tale of a lie-ridden life filled with the cowardice and guilt of a child too young to understand the ramifications of his decisions, will be the better choice, but I think promoting literacy and banning ignorance in a decades-long war-torn region is such a better story.
Fear not, in spite of my new-found depression, I will still read the follow up… it simply can’t get any worse.