I bought "The Kite Runner" several days ago after a long heisitation. The heisitation is so long that the book has already sunk from the BEST SELLERs, whereas the film adapted from the chase up to the hot films recently.

I know clearly that the book would be another narration similar to the film "Small Shoes" in Iran, or a modern version of "The Beginning and the End" with a handful of nostalgia. I also afraid that the book might be another "Small Hut in Mango Street". So I just wait--untill the foggy air becomes as clear as the moment we read "novels for literature students".

As you can guess, I bought a second-hand English verion from the small bookstore close to my institute, and read it as my "good-night-book"(I just creat the word) recently--in this clear April.

Ali, Hussein, Husnie...The name of the Arabics are always the one or the other. They remind me the readings in Bob's class--some books are just, as simple as water.

When "The Kite Runner" is published by Bloomsberry Press in London, the book, previous to the old BLOOMSBERRYer's, achive at the stage of ONLY CONNECTION