“And The Mountains Echoed” by Khaled Hosseini

Hosseini is one of those authors that makes Death beautiful.

His words and style of story-telling manage to render sorrow into sublime, tears into experience and heartbreak into heartache. As the characters evolve through time, they are woven into this intricate and delicate net of love, tenderness and complexity that it becomes hard to imagine one without the other. The net of relationships Hosseini draws is so profound that when links are broken, which is actually the major theme in his books, instead of being overwhelmed with disappointment, you somehow learn to appreciate those links on a whole other level, amidst a bucket of tears that flow so naturally you are glad to taste them trickling down your cheeks.
“A Thousand Splendid Suns” is still my favorite, followed by “The Kite Runner”, which would technically make this one ‘my least favorite’, but it somehow doesn’t seem appropriate to use such a negative term as ‘the least’ for this wonderful book. The author does introduce many more characters in this book than in his previous ones, which, at times, makes it a tiny little bit complicated to follow and there is a sense of being rushed into the story in the air, but really, these details don’t make the book any less splendid (as you can see, I’m very biased). By introducing a diversity of characters, Hosseini manages to touch upon a wider array of emotions, issues and relationships. The hurt of the Afghan people that have gone through the Soviet invasion, followed by the Taliban and their fundamentalist rule, is dealt less in this book, to instead leave space for experiences on a more individual level.
What starts with the unfortunate separation of the brother Abdullah and sister Pari opens doors to a string of unexpected and beautiful relationships and stories, as well as of regrettable encounters and of poignant reunions.
I don’t want to write too much because I don’t want to give away anything of this marvelous and graceful story, so I’ll just end with this: READ IT. Plus, I don’t want to taint his work with my wordy review.
Mr. Hosseini has never been a disappointment so far.

I know it sounds weird, but I love crying to his books. Hopefully his other readers will understand what I mean by this.