The Kite Runner Blog

I, a grade eleven student, Rep A hockey player and someone who spends most of their time with friends, might not be someone who you think would read actively. But, through all of my activities I find the time to read tons of different genres and standards of books. I am a reader.

As all readers do I have a specific kind of book that I like to read. Action packed, adventurerous books are the types that I love to get into. When I first heard that we had to read the Kite Runner I wasn't sure if I would be able to immerse myself into Khaled Hosseini's world.

When I first read the back of the Kite Runner I didn't know what kind of story to expect lying wait under the cover. As it turns out the synopsis, I think at least, didn't do the story justice. When I first read the synopsis I expected a story that was full of action -- but on an emotional level -- not physical. This defiantly wasn't going to be my kind of book. The funny thing is, I loved the story and that is exactly what the story contained.

I thought that the Kite Runner was an amazingly intricate and deep novel, that satisfied a different part of my reading brain. This amazingly crafted story doesn't have big chaos filled battles, one on one duels, or backstabbing plots; not in the way that I usually in vision these things anyways. The Kite Runner focuses on grabbing our heart from our chest, ripping it out and throwing it down a long flight of stairs, just as the ancient Aztecs did to the bodies of their sacrifices. The Kite Runner sacrifices little pieces of our emotional integrity, makes us as the reader feel terrible just from reading one of the many moving parts of the book, and then builds us up again -- getting us ready for the cliche good ending. Turns out the cliche good ending never comes, Hosseini just proceeds to rip our heart out again and again, throwing it bouncing down the long stair set of understanding.

Pretty good way to finally pound an idea into our heads I think. Life isn't always plotted out with a down moment followed by a good moment that refills our hope in humanity. Sometimes we just have to trust that things will get better, trust that even though we've been dropped down and picked up only to be dropped again, we have to know in our hearts that a glimmer of hope resides in even the people who are dropped the farthest.