I picked up A Thousand Splendid Suns, Khaled Hosseini's anticipated second novel with that little feeling of concern--it's hard to follow up a blockbuster winner like The Kite Runner (which it took me a good long year after its debut to read anyway).
I thought it began in a lovely way. It hooked me enough. It was good, fine, good
Then somewhere along the way--I really can't tell you when, I got gripped by it. Stayed up too late last night wishing I could finish it.
I finished it today.
Socked in the solar plexus. No, deeper. In the soul.
He has indeed done it again.