Into the car, Ahmad in his wool vest and winter coat, his schoolbag filled I made a point of watching Ahmad and his father get Shoveled snow from the driveway, cleared the way for the black Opel. Watched from my bedroom window as their Hazara servant Ahmad hadĮpilepsy and always wore a wool vest and thick black-rimmed glasses-he was His father was some kind of doctor, I think. I remember one kid, Ahmad, who lived across Fortunatelyįor me, Baba was not one of them. These classes parents, of course, did the volunteering for them. Kids, winter did not spell the end of the school year.

The end of long division and naming the capital of Bulgaria ,Īnd the start of three months of playing cards by the stove with Hassan, free Russian movies on Tuesday mornings at Cinema Park, sweet turnip qurma over rice for lunch after a morning of building snowmen. Reason was simple: They shut down school for the icy season. I walk down the front steps, barefoot, and call for Hassan to come out and see,Īt least those whose fathers could afford to buy a good iron stove. I shovel a handful of the fresh snow into my mouth, listen to the muffled stillness broken only by theĬawing of crows. I find theĭriveway, my father’s car, the walls, the trees, the rooftops, and the hillsīuried under a foot of snow. Morning, still in my pajamas, hugging my arms against the chill. Of the protagonist, Amir, becomes consuming,Įspecially concerning his relationship with his childhood friend, Hassan, the kite runner.įirst day of snowfall every year: I step out of the house early in the Intense, as the losses in a war torn country increase. Political changes, and the turbulences of friendship and family Finely written, HosseiniĬreates vivid characters and reveals the transformations in their lives in Afghanistan and America during troubling Runner is a superb debut novel by Khaled Hosseini.

The kite book