12.29.04
The Kite Runner
I read The Kite Runner on the plane from JFK to LV today. I cried the whole way through. It was so sad and tragic, but I just couldn’t put it down. Mom was right, it is a wonderful book. I wanted the sadness to be over, but I didn’t want the book to end.
Assuming that it is pretty close to what it was like to grow up in Afghanistan, we have no idea here, of the truth about war and poverty. No idea.
