A grasping and enthusiastic story of double-crossing and
reclamation, The Kite Sprinter had me excited and moved, both in the meantime.
It recounts the narrative of Amir and Hassan, the nearest of companions, on a
par with siblings, and furthermore specialists in the specialty of kite flying.
The two young men live in Kabul, the capital of Afghanistan, and this year they
will invest more energy than at any other time to win the neighbourhood kite-battling
competition—a well-known Afghan hobby, and this is Amir’s one any expectation
of winning his dad’s adoration. In any case, much the same as the kites
engaging in the sky, war comes to Afghanistan, and the nation turns into a to a
great degree perilous place.
In war, individuals are regularly compelled to make
incredible penances, and the youthful Amir himself submits a demonstration of
treachery, towards his closest companion Hassan no less, which will frequent
him for whatever remains of his life. Amir and his dad are compelled to escape
Afghanistan for America, and The Kite Sprinter turns into the narrative of
Amir’s journey for reclamation – correcting the wrongs he submitted every one
of those years prior as a kid in Kabul.
The story is quick paced and scarcely ever dull, and
acquainted me with a world – the universe of Afghan life – which is bizarre,
interesting but then strangely well-known all in the meantime. Hosseini’s
composition finds an awesome harmony between being clear but then intense, and
is simply the story splendidly built, as well as investigates the very
specialty of narrating. Amir himself turns into an author, and he ponders his
encounters in the story as if his life itself were a bit of fiction (which
obviously it is!).
Be that as it may, I contemplate the kite sprinter is its
feeling of destiny and equity, of good conquering abhorrent at last,
notwithstanding all chances. Without giving endlessly the consummation, Amir
winds up-back in Afghanistan and makes an altogether various arrangement of
penances keeping in-mind the end goal to set things straight. The last section
of the book is maybe my top choice, and one that I have discovered moving
notwithstanding while rehashing it. The message behind the very completion
could be translated contrastingly by various perusers, yet by and by I feel
that it offers a little feeling of seek after both the eventual fate of its
characters, and maybe for war-torn Afghanistan also.