“Ali had a congenital paralysis of his lower facial muscles, a condition that rendered him unable to smile and left him perpetually grim-faced. It was an odd thing to see the stone-faced Ali happy, or sad, because only his slanted brown eyes glinted with a smile or welled with sorrow. People say that eyes are windows to the soul. Never was that more true than with Ali.”
– Chapter 2, pg. 7
“With me as the glaring exception, my father molded the world to his liking. The problem, of course, was that he saw the world in black and white. And he got to decide what was black and what was white. You can’t love a person who lives that way without fearing him too. Maybe even hating him a little.”
– Chapter 3, pg. 14
“Children aren’t coloring books. You don’t get to fill them with your favorite colors.” – Chapter 3, pg. 19
“War doesn’t negate decency. It demands it, even more than in times of peace.” – Chapter 10, pg. 100
“America was a river, roaring along, unmindful of the past. I could wade into this river, let my sins drown to the bottom, let the waters carry me someplace far. Someplace with no ghosts, no memories, and no sins. If for nothing else, for that, I embraced America.” – Chapter 11, pg. 119
“That last thought had brought no sting with it. 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.” – Chapter 25, pg. 313
“Sohrab’s silence wasn’t the self-imposed silence of those with convictions, of protesters who seek to speak their cause by not speaking at all. It was the silence of one who has taken cover in a dark place, curled up all the edges and tucked them under.” – Chapter 25, pg. 315
“It was only a smile, nothing more. It didn’t make everything all right. It didn’t make anything all right. Only a smile. A tiny thing. A leaf in the woods, shaking in the wake of a startled bird’s flight. But I’ll take it. With open arms. Because when spring comes, it melts the snow one flake at a time, and maybe I just witnessed the first flake melting.” – Chapter 25, pg. 324
So those were some of my favorite book quotes from The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini.
I cried. I think that’s a valid reason for me to like the book. That and Hosseini did an amazing job bringing everything full circle. So full circle that for a while there, I was getting annoyed with how perfectly things were working out for the main character (think Stephanie Meyer’s The Host). But by the end of the story, when the tears were running down my cheeks, I didn’t care so much. What I really want to know is who came up with the idea of kite fighting? Because it makes perfect sense to allow young children to glue glass shards to string and let them run blindly through intersections. Why do we not have more games that promote hand injury and sudden death in America? In fact, the only part of this book that bored me was when Amir escaped Afghanistan to come live in the States. As a Southern California native, I know how exciting flea markets can be. Next on my list is A Thousand Splendid Suns. We’ll see if Hosseini can get me to tear up one more time.
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