I finished Theo of Golden late one night and did what you do when a book gets under your skin: I went looking for more of the man who wrote it. I found out Allen Levi had been a lawyer, then a judge, before laying it all down to write songs. So, I went hunting
I put off reading this book for an embarrassingly long time. Part of it was the Pulitzer Prize. I know that sounds backwards, but prize-winning novels have burned me before; I’ve picked up too many celebrated books that felt more like homework than reading, more like enduring than experiencing. Impressive sentences in service of nothing
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On Khaled Hosseini’s trilogy, the choices we can’t undo, and the uncomfortable truth that family is both the wound and the bandage. I’ve read all three of Khaled Hosseini’s books multiple times. The Kite Runner, A Thousand Splendid Suns, And the Mountains Echoed. I know how they end. I know which pages will wreck me.
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