Falling In Love Falling in love is not an act of will. It is not a conscious choice. No matter how open to or eager for it we may be, the experience may still elude us. Contrarily, the experience may capture us at times when we are definitely not seeking it, when it is inconvenient and undesirable. We are as likely to fall in love with someone with whom we are obviously ill matched as with someone more suitable. Indeed, we may not even like or admire the object of our passion, yet, try as we might, we may not be able to fall in love with a person whom we deeply respect and with whom a deep relationship would be in all ways desirable. This is not to say that the experience of falling in love is immune to discipline. Psychiatrists, for instance, frequently fall in love with their patients, just as their patients fall in love with them, yet out of duty to the patient and their role they are usually able to abort the collapse of their ego boundaries and give up the patient as a romantic
"I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night."
—The Kite Runner, Khaled Hosseini.
It's an absolute must-read book. I had heard from almost everyone about how great this book is. I had to google it and the reviews induced me to read it. I finished this book in just three days and it got me crying like a loony.
The Kite Runner, published in 2003 by Riverhead books, is a tragic and heart-rending historical fiction. It takes the reader on the roller coaster of emotions as it covers the moments of grief, ecstasy, guilt, regret, tragedy and betrayal. The story sets in the Wazir Akbar Khan district of Kabul, the capital of Afghanistan and portrays the hassles of Afghan world.
This novel narrates the tale of two closest friends, as good as brothers, Amir and Hassan. Amir is a well off Pashtun boy and Hassan is a lower caste Hazara boy, who is loyal, warm-hearted and couldn't read or write.
As Hassan is a Hazara and his father, Ali, is Amir's father's servant, Amir couldn't call Hassan his friend. But Amir's Baba treats Hassan like his own son which Amir envies. Amir's Baba is portrayed as a leader and disciplined man. Amir and his father share a turbulent relationship and they never quite seem to connect.
While Amir feels deprived of his father's love he goes in for a local kite fighting tournament to earn his father's praises. The incident after Amir wins the tournament leaves Hassan heartsick, Amir filled with remorse for the rest of his life and leads to the burial of their devoted friendship.
"If this were one of the Hindi movies Hassan and I used to watch, this was the part where I'd run outside, my bare feet splashing rainwater. I'd chase the car, screaming for it to stop. I'd pull Hassan out of the backseat and tell him I was sorry, so sorry, my tears mixing with rainwater. We'd hug in the downpour. But this was no Hindi movie. I was sorry, but I didn't cry and I didn't chase the car. I watched Baba's car pull away from the curb, taking with it the person whose first spoken word had been my name."
I loved this book. It left me shattered, grief-stricken and in a pool of tears. All I can say about this novel is that it's unforgettable.
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