Reading is bad when you become so invested in what you are reading that you must stay awake until 2 AM until you finish it. At that point your adrenaline is at its peak because you can’t believe you just read what you read, a book filled with so much emotion and so much action it could not possibly have been written by a first-time author, and now there is no way that you are going to fall asleep anytime soon. So you stay awake until nearly 4 AM and wake up unbelievably tired for the second day in a row.
That’s what happened to me last night with The Kite Runner. I’m playing catch up with the literary community.
I’m not comfortable saying it was the best book I’ve ever read, or even that it’s now a favorite, but it was a damn good book. Better than anything I’ve read in a while. I’m very happy that I have an untouched signed copy it sitting on a bookshelf in NJ (the one I read was from the library). I love my signed copies.
Now I’m very excited to start his second one, A Thousand Splendid Suns, which I have with me in Omaha.










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