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Book 16: And the Mountains Echoed (By Khaled Hosseini)

by on June 25, 2013

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Title: And the Mountains Echoed

Author: Khaled Hosseini

Genre: Contemporary, Historical Fiction

Summary: A story that travels the globe and traverses across time and generations and lives, as Hosseini traces the ramifications of choices and circumstances, the sometimes painful separations of family and their eventual reunion.  A story about children and parents, sisters and brothers, man and wife, and all the relations that encompasses a family, and the people who are connected to and become part of that family.

Eaten Thru: June 24, 2013

The Great: It’s times like these I find myself severely restricted by my lack of proper vocabulary, when stories have evoked in me such powerful emotions that threatens to tear my heart open if I don’t let them flow through ink onto paper. But alas, a thousand pages are woefully inadequate in capturing these feels. I have not the proper tools to do it…and so my blood shall flow from the open gashes, well up in me, paralyze my being and plague my every waking though and dreams.

But despite my limited capacities, I shall try…

The characters Hosseini conjures up are so tangible, flawed with their own perfections and stories. You can’t help but feel toward them like you would if you had met a replica in real life. You would get angry, frustrated, or shake your head in disbelief (or perhaps, on deeper level, in understanding) at the lengths some of these people go to for love, fulfillment, or happiness. But no matter how imperfect Nila, or Nabi, or anyone is in this book, in the end, you feel compassion, empathy, and a sense of deep sorrow for what could have been for them. And the choices they make, how it reverberates across continents and generations.

My favourite story out of all of these was Mr. Wahdati’s. Favourite not only because he was such an enigmatic, almost cold figure when he was first introduced. But as the truths unfolded, the tears followed. His story, what beautiful tragedy it is. Such immense pity at what life he could have led if he were born in a different place, at a different time, or even just in a different body.  But of course, it had to be him, in his own body, in the circumstances he was born into. The story wouldn’t be the same, nor would it exist if he had been born differently.

Lastly, family. Ultimately, it is a story about family. How they will always find a way back to each other. I am a sucker for powerful stories about the strength of family. And Hosseini doesn’t baby you by giving you a nice, unrealistic ending. He sticks to reality like velcro, as much as the realities of gashes created by time apart, of things done too late, of wounds that could not be amended, breaks your heart.

Khaled Hosseini, the stories you spin are truly inimitable and extraordinary. Thank you for taking me to the boundaries of my emotional experiences.
 
The Medicore: Because he is threading together the lives of a fractured family, or others’ lives tied into this one family, he jumps around a lot, not only between the first-person narratives of different people, but also in time. That confused me at first. I didn’t have a firm grasp yet of the characters, and so the names sometimes confounded me.
 
Final Verdict: 4.5/5
 
Best Enjoyed: Not with too much time in between readings because the threads that bind all the stories together might break and you might forget what happened.
 
Next Bookworm Target: Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins
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