I recently borrowed the book from my local library. And by recently, I mean TODAY. I'm already half-way done with it.
Initial thoughts? I believe this book is powerful. So powerful. I don't know how I've not read it for so long. But I'm glad that I'm in this moment in my life to read it. I'm completely prepared.
But my with all my preparedness, I wasn't ready for some of the subject matter. And my making of this post at 2:54 am is a testament to that. You see, tears were falling down my face as I read the accounts of two women (the main protagonists of the novel), Mariam and Laila. But it wasn't until I closed the book did my real weeping start. It's not like I know these people or have a close bond to Afghanistan or Afghans in general. It was to imagine their suffering, to imagine the suffering of millions that still continues.
I had to try to find my breath.
We'll see how this ends. I don't know if I'm ready.