THE KITE RUNNER
Riverhead Books -- New York
The writer makes generous use of _italics_ and I have got missed observing many of them, but the rest of this kind of text record should show good proofing.
Copyright В© 2003 by simply Khaled Hosseini
Riverhead transact paperback ISBN: 1-59488-000-1
This book is specialized in Haris and Farah, the _noor_ of my eyes, also to the children of Afghanistan.
I are indebted for the following acquaintances for their tips, assistance, or support: Doctor Alfred Lerner, Don Vakis, Robin Heck, Dr . John Dray, Doctor Robert Tull, and Doctor Sandy Chun. Thanks likewise to Lynette Parker of East San Jose Community Law Center for her suggestions about usage procedures, and Mr. Daoud Wahab for sharing his experiences in Afghanistan beside me. I are grateful to my special friend Tamim Ansary intended for his assistance and support and to the gang in the San Francisco Authors Workshop for his or her feed back and encouragement. I would like to thank my father, my most well-known friend as well as the inspiration for any that is rspectable in Etonne; my mom who prayed for me and did nazr at every stage of this book's writing; my own aunt for purchasing me ebooks when I was young. Bless you go out to Ali, Exotic, Daoud, Walid, Raya, Shalla, Zahra, Take advantage of, and Kader for studying my testimonies. I want to give thanks to Dr . and Mrs. Kayoumy--my other parents--for their heat and unwavering support.
I have to thank my own agent and friend, Elaine Koster, on her wisdom, endurance, and thoughtful ways, as well as Cindy Spiegel, my keen-eyed and judicious editor who have helped me unlock so many entry doors in this adventure. And I wish to thank Leslie Petersen Kennedy for taking an opportunity on this book and the industrious staff at Riverhead to get laboring over it.
Last, We don't know tips on how to thank my own lovely wife, Roya--to whose opinion I am addicted--for her closeness and grace, and then for reading, re-reading, and assisting me modify every single draft of this new. For your patience and understanding, I will often love you, Roya january.
My spouse and i became what I am today at the age of a dozen, on a cold overcast day time in the winter of 1975. I remember the precise second, crouching behind a falling apart mud wall structure, peeking into the alley near the frozen creek. That was a long time back, but is actually wrong the actual say about the past, We have learned, about how exactly you can bury it. For the reason that past paws its way to avoid it. Looking backside now, I know I have
been peeking in that deserted alley the past twenty-six years.
One day last summer, my buddy Rahim Khan called via Pakistan. He asked me to come observe him. Standing in the kitchen together with the receiver to my hearing, I knew this wasn't simply Rahim Khan on the line. It absolutely was my past of unatoned sins. After I hung up, We went for a walk along Spreckels Pond on the upper edge of Golden Door Park. The early-afternoon sun sparkled boating where lots of miniature boats sailed, propelled by a crispy breeze. Then I glanced up and did find a pair of pret-a-monter, red using firm blue tails, soaring while flying. They danced high above the trees within the west end of the park, over the windmills, floating alongside like a person looking upon San Francisco, metropolis I now call home. And abruptly Hassan's tone of voice whispered during my head: _For you, one thousand times over_. Hassan the harelipped kite runner.
I actually sat on the park along with near a willow woods. I thought about something Rahim Khan explained just before he hung up, nearly as an after thought. _There is known as a way to be good again_. I looked up at all those twin pret-a-monter. I thought regarding Hassan. Considered Baba. Ali. Kabul. I believed of the existence I had existed until the winter of 75 came and changed anything. And made me what I am today.
When we had been children, Hassan and I used to climb the poplar trees in the driveway of my father's residence and bother our friends and neighbors by showing sunlight into their homes having a shard of mirror. We might sit throughout from each other on a pair of high divisions, our undressed feet...