The last time I read Kite Runner was in 8th grade. Well now I have to read for my senior year honors English class.
I don’t think I took the time appreciate the language Khaled Hosseini used to tell the tale of Amir and Hassan. My homework this weekend was to read chapters 3,4,5. When I was reading chapter 3 today, already in the first paragraphy, I found his description of Amir’s father, “Baba”, to be mezmerizing.
Lore has it my father once wrestled a black bear in Baluchistan with his bare hands. If the story had been about anyone else, it would have been dismissed as a laaf, that Afghan tendency to exaggerate-sadly, almost a national afflictions; if someone bragged that his son was a doctor, chances were the kid had once passed a biology test in high school. But no one ever doubted the veracity of any story about Baba. And if they did, well, Baba did have the three parallel scars coursing a jagged path down his back. I have imagined Bab’s wrestling match countless times, even dreamed about it. And in those dreams, I can never tell Baba from the bear.
- The Kite Runner – Khaled Hosseini, chapter 3
I could have went on and on with the excerpts, but that would have been the whole book :p. I don’t believe this is the best one in the book but yet it still managed to excite me. I wish was able to use words with such creativity.
