To Go: NONE!
91. Call Me Russell — Russell Peters
92. The Golden Compass — Philip Pullman
93. Homeport — Nora Roberts
94. The Search — Nora Roberts
95. Beach House — R.L. Stine
96. The Nutcracker, retold by Mark A. Taylor
97. 11/22/63 — Stephen King
98. Riding Lessons — Sara Gruen
99. By Nightfall — Michael Cunningham
100. The Kite Runner — Khaled Hosseini
Taking us from Afghanistan in the final days of the monarchy to the present, The Kite Runner is the unforgettable, beautifully told story of the friendship between two boys growing up in Kabul. Raised in the same household and sharing the same wet nurse, Amir and Hassan nonetheless grow up in different worlds: Amir is the son of a prominent and wealthy man, while Hassan, the son of Amir’s father’s servant, is a Hazara, member of a shunned ethnic minority. Their intertwined lives, and their fates, reflect the eventual tragedy of the world around them. When the Soviets invade and Amir and his father flee the country for a new life in California, Amir thinks that he has escaped his past. And yet he cannot leave the memory of Hassan behind him.
Before I even start talking about The Kite Runner I have to have a little victory party: I finished the challenge! Two whole days early! If WordPress supported the use of gifs, I would post a few here. Sadly, it does not. But oh my God, I’m done!
I felt that Khaled Hosseini’s first novel was the best one to end the year on (though I had many to choose from) because it’s one of those books people always say you should read. It shows up in English curricula, therefore it is a classic, and all that. Also because it was one of my remaining loaners. And nothing else really seemed to deserve the honour of The Last Book.
I think I made the right choice: The Kite Runner is a brilliantly crafted, beautiful work of fiction. It was just absolutely heartbreaking — the kind of novel that just when you think it can’t get any worse, it does. If I was actually human, and not made of rock, I would have bawled my eyes out — I almost did, several times. It was brutal and unflinching, yet incredibly tender and heartrending at the same time.
I can see why it was worth the read. Definitely pick it up.
Next post: a year-end sum-up blog post. I love lists and summing up and there will be plenty of both in due course. Also, a post about the difference between what I write in these posts, versus what I mean, also in due course.