heartbreakingly beautiful .

soundtrack: a lot of buzzing // thoughts: of a thousand splendid suns

so i finished a thousand splendid suns. let me first say that it was devistating, and it really broke my heart. it was so sad i didn’t really know what to do. i think i cried more during that book than i have in most of my life.

a thousand spendid suns is about women in afghanistan, which probably won’t interest many of you that much. in fact, i find it hard to believe that i was extremely interested in the subject. however, i soon found myself being sucked in to the emotional rollercoaster hosseini creates, and consequently i became extremely socially aware (kind of) and developed a tiny understanding of life in afghanistan (because only those that lived through it would truly understand)

i now understand completely the effectiveness fiction has on the general population. when i first learnt this in english extension last year i didn’t believe that writing crime fiction with social commentary would be effective at all, but now i see. hosseini’s afterword proves this. he wrote of how people wanted to donate money to afghanistan after they read his book. it’s crazzy, really, how a story can have such an impact on us. whoever reads that book and doesn’t feel terrible is a horrible person.

i realise that there is bias in all works of literature and problems with perspective and all, and what hosseini has portrayed does not necessarily embody every experience in afghanistan, but to think that this could be happening to anyone is horrific. the continuous sweeping hope and alls, the lives under totalitarian regimes and the repression people experienced (and history) shows us how lucky we really are, and how, if it were possible, how we should help these people.

i don’t know though; the hope these people placed on bush (in hosseini’s perspective) and the americans to free them seemed slightly dodgy. but this everlasting hope thing, i will again say, is the bane of human kind.

and love. a thousand splendid suns is all about love. and how it can destroy you. but nevertheless, humanity and suffering are not due to love but hope. the hope for change, the hope for revival and the hope for freedom. that is what all the liberators wanted.

it’s also something none of them achieved.

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    • darkcloudv2
    • November 7th, 2008

    makes me want to read that book
    maybe i will when im forty
    and i cannot believe you spelt ‘crazy’ and ‘devastating’ wrong

    • Nicole
    • November 9th, 2008

    ! Maybe I should have read it before I gave it to you šŸ˜› Came across a quote you might like today, I looked at it and thought, that’s such a Liz thing to think, lol šŸ˜€

    Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.

    – Ernest Hemingway

    Fitting, no?

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