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A review by nehailism
A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini
5.0
I feel alive, gutted, enchanted, heartbroken; but most of all I feel I have accomplished something great by reading this book. I lowkey am cursing myself for not reading it sooner but I've come to believe I might have not been able to appreciate this book in all its glory if I'd read it when I was younger, say in my teens. As an adult twenty-two year old woman, I am grateful to myself that I purchased this book at my university's Spring Festival despite the 'adult' side of my brain groaning at me for buying books when I already have an overflowing shelf of unread ones at home.
If I had stopped my hand from reaching for the book, if I had just for a split second thought rationally, I would not be writing this review right now with a red sniffling nose, a wide smile on my face, and a whirlpool of emotions swirling in the deep chambers of my chest. I would not be up at four in the morning simply marveling at the treasure penned down by Mr. Khaled Hosseini. For making me feel like I am part of something bigger than myself. That my perturbations, my conundrums and my agitations, while not trivial, are a drop in the chasm of gushing liabilities that come with human existence.
If I had stopped my hand from reaching for the book, if I had just for a split second thought rationally, I would not be writing this review right now with a red sniffling nose, a wide smile on my face, and a whirlpool of emotions swirling in the deep chambers of my chest. I would not be up at four in the morning simply marveling at the treasure penned down by Mr. Khaled Hosseini. For making me feel like I am part of something bigger than myself. That my perturbations, my conundrums and my agitations, while not trivial, are a drop in the chasm of gushing liabilities that come with human existence.