Book Review #5

Tuesday night was book club. I was hosting this month. I had a great time and book club went into the wee hours of the morning. 1:30 am to be exact...such fun! No--we weren't discussing this book that long...we had moved onto "other" topics by then. ;) Since it was my month to host I got to pick the book. I had heard about this book for years. Many people have RAVED about it to me and yet I didn't read it. I wasn't planning to pick this book either but several of the women in my book club expressed an interest in reading it and it has been on my list of "must-reads" for a long time...so I thought why not now? I don't know what has put me off...a book about men in Afghanistan who fly kites just didn't seem like a page turner to me. I was WRONG. I guess that is the beauty of belonging to a book club...you are given the opportunity to read books that you wouldn't normally read.
I like books that take place in the South or books that take place in Europe (especially Scotland) I like big fat historical epics. I like stories about different periods in time like the 40's, 30's, 20's, 1900's, the civil war era and earlier, 1700's, and 1600's . I like stories that transport you to another time and place. I like to be "haunted" (in a good way) by characters from books I've read years ago. I like to be so engrossed in a book that my husband gets jealous and my kids throw a fit because I am ignoring them. That doesn't happen too often anymore. It gets easier and easier to put a book down.
I'm not normally drawn to books about the middle east, books where 99.9% of the characters are men or books that take place in the 1970's. Enter the Kite Runner...I will say it again...I was WRONG! I loved this book so much that I have been begging Tyler to read it so I can talk about it some more.
The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini is:
"An epic tale of fathers and sons, of friendship and betrayal, that takes us from the final days of Afghanistan's monarchy to the atrocities of the present".
I believe this is the first book I have ever read about the country of Afghanistan. I loved hearing about the country, the culture, and Islam. I loved the glimpse we get at the first of the book in the early 1970's where Afghanistan is a vibrant country full of colors and flavors...who knew that kite flying was a sport and that kites battle other kites; who knew that Afghan children are out of school in the winter and that is also the time when the Afghan people go on vacation...even though it is cold and snowy. I really loved the look at the every day life of Baba, Amir, Ali and Hassan.
It was interesting to me to see how Afghanistan began to change and what started occurring when the Soviets occupy it. This is also the point when the relationship between Amir and Hassan begins to change. I LOVED Hassan and Ali. I didn't always like Amir even before he betrays Hassan... and for quite a while after... the scene when Ali and Hassan are leaving and Baba is in tears begging them not to go and Amir is watching them from his bedroom window...I just wanted to throttle him!
Probably the part of the book I liked the least was when the story moves to America...it just dragged a little for me. But my interest returned again full-force when Amir returns to Afghanistan. I was absolutely enthralled. It was so interesting to see in my mind places that I've only heard about on the news and to get a closer look at what life is like living with the terror of the Taliban hanging over your head. By the time I was finished with this book I felt like Afghanistan had become dear to my heart. I liked this quote on the back of the book from the publisher. It summed up my feelings perfectly:













My Grandpa E. always used to dye an Easter Egg like a blood-shot eyeball with his kids. Here is my Uncle Mike carrying on the tradition!!





After lunch Tyler, Kameron, and Reilly were playing frisbee. Both Reilly and Kameron are excellent frisbee players. Tyler was teaching them how to play frisbee golf. He is so excited to finally have someone to play with. When Ty and I were dating he always use to keep a frisbee in his car and whenever we went to the park he would grab it and want to play. Let's just say I am not good at frisbee. Here is how that would usually go:

Here are the kids in the Rose garden. Still pretty bare but beautiful all the same. In the summer it smells heavenly...so does the Lilac garden. We decided to take a few pictures.






















