Khaled Hosseini

Two women born a generation apart witness the destruction of their home and family in war-torn Kabul, losses incurred over the course of thirty years that test the limits of their strength and courage. By the author of The Kite Runner. 600,000 first printing.

A Thousand Splendid Suns

Manasi Gajjalapurna

"Do you have it in you?" Laila said. "To what?" "To use this thing. To kill with it." Tariq tucked the gun into the waist of his denims. Then he said a thing both lovely and terrible. "For you," he said. "I'd kill with it for you, Laila."

I dare. I dare allow myself the hope that, after you read this, you will be more charitable to me than I ever was to you. That you might find it in your heart to come and see your father. That you will knock on my door one more time and give me the chance to open it this time, to welcome you, to take you in my arms, my daughter, as I should have all those years ago. It is a hope as weak as my heart. This I know. But I will be waiting. I will be listening for your knock I will be hoping. 

Regret....When it comes to you, Mariam jo, I have oceans of it. I regret that I did not see you the day you came to Herat. I regret that I did not open the door and take you in. I regret that I did not make you a daughter to me, that I let you live in that place for all those years. And for what? Fear of losing face? Of staining my so called good name? How utile those things matter to me now after all the loss, all the terrible things I have seen in this cursed war. But now, of course, it is too late. Perhaps this is just punishment for those who have been heartless, to understand only when nothing can be undone. 

Laila watches Mariam glue strands of yarn onto her doll's head. In a few years, this little girl will be a woman who will make small demands on life, who will never burden others, who will never let on that she too has had sorrows, disappointments, dreams that have been ridiculed. A woman who will be like a rock in a riverbed, enduring without complaint, her grace not sullied but 

 by the turbulence that washes over her. Already Laila sees something behind this young girl's eyes, something deep in her core, that neither Rasheed nor the Taliban will be able to break. Something as hard and unyielding as a block of limestone. Something that, in the end, will be 

"Me?" he says. "I'll follow you to the end of the world, Laila."

 a man at the front door of the house, leaning against it. His head turned when he saw them approaching. He uncrossed his arms. Limped a few steps toward them. 

A choking noise came up her throat. Her knees weakened. Laila suddenly wanted, 

, to grope for Mariam's arm, her shoulder, her wrist, something, anything, to lean on. But she didn't. She didn't dare move a muscle. She didn't dare breathe, or blink even, for fear that he was nothing but a mirage shimmering in the distance, a brittle illusion that would vanish at the slightest provocation. Laila stood perfectly still and looked at Tariq until her chest screamed for air and her eyes burned to blink. And, somehow, miraculously, after she took a breath, closed and opened her eyes, he was still standing there. Tariq was still standing there. 

Laila allowed herself to take a step toward him. Then another. And another. And then she was running. 

surtified™

“MAMMY HAS A new friend,” Zalmai said after dinner later that same night, after Tariq had left. “A man.

“One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.”

Giti’s decomposing right foot, still in its nylon sock and purple sneaker, would be found on a rooftop two weeks later.

“Do you have it in you?” Laila said. “To what?” “To use this thing. To kill with it.” Tariq tucked the gun into the waist of his denims. Then he said a thing both lovely and terrible. “For you,” he said. “I’d kill with it for you, Laila.

Babi said the Americans were a generous people. They would help them with money and food for a while, until they could get on their feet

She would never leave her mark on Mammy’s heart the way her brothers had, because Mammy’s heart was like a pallid beach where Laila’s footprints would forever wash away beneath the waves of sorrow that swelled and crashed, swelled and crashed.

A gust of wind blew and parted the drooping branches of the weeping willow like a curtain, and Mariam caught a glimpse of what was beneath the tree: the straight-backed chair, overturned. The rope dropping from a high branch. Nana dangling at the end of it.

Like a compass needle that points north, a man’s accusing finger always finds a woman.

“You know what he told his wives by way of defense? That I forced myself on him. That it was my fault. Didi? You see? This is what it means to be a woman in this world.”

Isabelle

Like a compass needle that points north, a man's accusing finger always finds a woman. 

Nana had been right about Jalil's gifts. They had been halfhearted tokens of penance, insincere, corrupt gestures ment more for his own appeasement than hers. This shawl, Mariam saw, was a true gift. "It's beautiful," she said.

Chey

It is a hope as weak as my heart. This I know. But I will be waiting. I will be listening for your knock. I will be hoping. 

She found their hands still clamped together, in the white knuckle, anxious ways of children clutching balloon strings. 

“A man’s heart is a wretched, wretched thing, Mariam. It isn’t like a mother’s womb. It won’t bleed, it won’t stretch to make room for you…”

“It’s our lot in life, Mariam. Women like us. We endure. It’s all we have. Do you understand?…”

Nana always gave a slow, burdened smile here, one of lingering recrimination or reluctant forgiveness, Mariam could never tell. It did not occur to young Miriam to ponder the unfairness of apologizing for the manner of her own birth. 

fc ♡

Because, if it’s a girl, Laila has already named her.

mieh

Marz 

This book was beautifully moving. There were many lessons I learned reading it. The city of Kabul stands to be powerful metaphor of undying hope, a central theme to this novel. Mariam and Laiba were powerful women and instead of pitying them I found their strength admirable. 

Seeing Kabul suffer through one oppressor after the other was irksome but i guess the idyllic ending makes up for that. 

Overall a really good read

Margo Koss

Luke Harkness

Utterly all encompassing. This is a tale of loss, pain and the lowest form of living. It's a tale that will tug on your heart strings and play with them at will. I loved this book so much. One of the most emotive tales I've ever read and written in such a perfect and beautiful way by Hosseini.

Made me think about things I never have before. I saw the freedom in my own world with new eyes. A beautiful book.

Isabella 

This book pulled every piece of my heart strings. It destroyed me. I read this in one sitting with the thought of wanting to stop to avoid feeling more pain and wanting to continue to hope for something good. I was in so much fear while reading this book; I was terrified for how much more there is to come. The thought that it this is possibly happening in real life, even up to date, pains me. This book tackled the struggles living in war, especially when it comes to women. Poignant, hopeful, extremely moving and very well-written. Beautiful and heartbreaking narration of a tragedy. I loved it so much. This is my first Khaled Hosseini book, and after reading this, it will definitely not be the last. It is definitely one of my favorite reads this year.

It was very deep and really showed the reality for women in Afghanistan

Sophie Machray

Sasha-Gaye Solomon

Read this in one sitting in high school when I was really supposed to be doing homework. Fantastic! Everyone needs to read this book.

gabby

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           I was so proud of myself for not crying but as soon as Pinocchio was mentioned at the end, I was bawling.

While standing in line at a thrift store, the woman behind me enthusiastically recommended this book, claiming I would "absolutely love it." However, I have to disagree. I don't give out one-star ratings lightly, but sadly this book merits no more. The premise seemed promising initially, yet the story is riddled with clichés, tired plot twists, and stereotypical depictions of Afghanistan that the reader has likely heard many times before. 

The characters lack authenticity, and the sprinkling of Farsi provides only a superficial sense of flavor. Additionally, the editing is subpar, with overly wordy, melodramatic sentences and a predictable plot. 

This book relies too heavily on shallow tropes about Afghanistan that cater more to Western preconceptions than capture the true complexities of the culture. I would have gladly waited longer for Hosseini to produce a more nuanced, polished work worthy of his talents, rather than settle for this disappointing, stereotype-laden story.

Liana

While standing in line at a thrift store, the woman behind me enthusiastically recommended this book, claiming I would "absolutely love it." However, I have to disagree. I don't give out one-star ratings lightly, but sadly this book merits no more. The premise seemed promising initially, yet the story is riddled with clichés, tired plot twists, and stereotypical depictions of Afghanistan that the reader has likely heard many times before. 

The characters lack authenticity, and the sprinkling of Farsi provides only a superficial sense of flavor. Additionally, the editing is subpar, with overly wordy, melodramatic sentences and a predictable plot. 

This book relies too heavily on shallow tropes about Afghanistan that cater more to Western preconceptions than capture the true complexities of the culture. I would have gladly waited longer for Hosseini to produce a more nuanced, polished work worthy of his talents, rather than settle for this disappointing, stereotype-laden story.

emotional and heartbreaking yet beautiful book taking place in afghanistan, a country whose history is so unknown to most of the western world. 

Clarissa 

Absolutely heartbreaking yet compelling read. I cant count how many times I had to take a pause reading this book because of the many struggles endured by Mariam and Laila. Ultimately revealing, this book gives you a glimpse of the many sacrifices, dreams, joys, and most of all the bravery and strength of women in Afghanistan.

James Bernabe

asmooth

Uh, another heart-breaking's novel that I read from Khaled Hosseini. It's a depressing novel, consisting of dark atmosphere and many chapters will leave you gasping for breath due to the sheer amount of brutality and inhumanity some characters seem to love carrying out. I have felt every emotions while reading; the pain, anger, love, tears, the suffering and the small moments of joy.

Takes place in Afghanistan between the years 1960 - 2005, the story is about Mariam and Laila's relationship and their courage to stay strong in this an unfair world, and also it is their story of surviving through Russian invasions and Taliban rule in Afghanistan. It amazes me that how a man managed to write about the sufferings of women so finely.

 "I know you are still young but I want you to understand and learn this now. Marriage can wait, education cannot. And I also know that when this war is over Afghanistan is going to need you as much as its men maybe even more. Because a society has no chance of success if its women are uneducated. No chance." 

This book blew me away, the writing engrossed me. It was easy to read and went quickly. Reading A Thousand Splendid Suns feel like a rollercoaster. I really enjoy this one.

A Thousand Splendid Suns. Khaled Hosseini

Ayla Hawthorne

heartbreaking. people can survive so much and still manage to have love and hope in their hearts

smilla

marj

Hosseini's writing is truly one of the most simple, yet most heart wrenching writing I have ever read. To casually be reading up until you get hit with one lines. I loved how he was able to use his platform to raise awareness on the female experience in the middle east, however, there were some occasions when I felt like the writing felt a bit short when describing those experiences. It would have been nice to read a similar story written by a woman who may or may not have experienced the events that take place in this story. However, even with those limitations, I think Hosseini did a good job representing a very underrepresented demographic.

this was the last khaled hosseini book i had left to read. he’s one of my favorite authors of all time, and his ability to tell stories that move readers and make their hearts ache is one unlike i’ve ever seen before. in a thousand splendid suns, he once again proves that love is a force lasting through the tests of time, of cruelty, of war, and more. it was beautiful 

amira 

Claudia Sinclair.

This book is surprisingly unexpectedly GOOD. It is exactly as unbearable as I anticipated it to be... Oh, how I love a book when it crashes me all at once, and this is that book.

The author has successfully described every detail of this book in an absolutely beautiful and fine way. It left me in awe and I felt amazed by his ability.

But— I still wished at the end of the story, there was something more for some characters.

the afghanistan refugees wasn't bluntly showed at this term.. and since mariam's occupation herself wasn't related to any health or directly war, the trigger is toleratable. a sincere love-life toxic family rls and how they overcome it

            "But the game involves only male names. Because if it's a girl, Laila has already named her." that sentence itself broke me in the most saddest way possible.

qaseh

Probably one of the best books I’ve ever read. Very delicately written and constructed, it vulnerably reveals the real sad truth reality of life in a war-torn country, though at the same time it reminds me that love could always be evoked even in the darkest dark

Yves

it's difficult to put the heart wrenching books of Khaled Hosseini into words, but to call it heart touching and emotional to say the least, along with depressing. Its scary when you understand that this sort of thing happens everywhere around the world, in the current time. For all we know, your loved ones, to some degree, might be going through this. It hurts your heart seeing the naive young Mariam with hope and excitement for the world experience loss after loss, and grief after grief, ever since from a young age, change to the hard hearted, non smiling and traumatised woman; Laila is the only happiness she recieves for a while. Laila was a gorgeous young girl, just like Mariam, and her father was amazing. And tariq and laila. This review is all over the place because this book is just so confusing and disorentating, I feel like you need to be in a good place to read this book one hundred percent. Rasheed's a scum. Jalil is a scum. Nana is a wise wise woman with troubles and depression. I think, from reading the kite runner first, that one just hit me so much more than this book, hence it not being the full 5, since the kite runner, in my opinion, was just unmatched. But still, this is amazingly insightful, teaching you the dilema of Afghanistan, Taliban, and how the crisis needs to brought into light, without isolating and attacking collectively all the muslims of the world. No misrepresentation.  

rakshu

“But mostly, Mariam is in Laila's own heart, where she shines with the bursting radiance of a thousand suns.”

this fucking book. i don’t remember the last time i cried so hard that i was FIGHTING for my breath. khaled hosseini, you’ve done it AGAIN. the kite runner ruined me but this one? ripped my heart out. i don’t even have it with me anymore. it’s there where Mariam is. My heart. my love. i’ve never loved a book character THIS much. she went through so much in life my heart physically aches for her. i love Laila and Mariam like they’re my own family. I love them. i love this book. i will never ever ever stop recommending this book. i wish i could give it more than 5 stars

A Thousand Splendid Suns

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