Seasons had come and gone; presidents in Kabul had been inaugurated and murdered; an empire had been defeated: old wards had ended and new ones had broken out. But Mariam had hardly noticed, hardly cared. She had passed these years in a distant corner of her mind. A dry, barren field, out beyond wish and lament, beyond dream and disillusionment. There, the future did not matter. And the past held only this wisdom: that love was a damaging mistake, and it's accomplice, home, a treacherous illusion. And whenever those twin poisonous flowers began to sprout in the parched land of the that field, Mariam uprooted them. She uprooted them and ditched them before they took hold.I definitely recommend this book.
But somehow, over these last months, Laila and Aziza--a harami like herself, as it turned out--had become extensions of her, and now, without them, the life Mariam had tolerated for so long suddenly seemed intolerable.
04 January 2008
A Thousand Splendid Suns
Wow, what a read. It was difficult in some places but overall I thought it was so beautifully written. I love the recurring theme of mothers and motherhood. I think my favorite passage from the book sums it all up. I read this last night at book club and by the end we were all on the verge of tears.