A Thousand Splendid Suns

Yesterday I finished reading A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini. It was so sad! L had warned me it would be sad, and she said she cried. I didn't cry, but I felt a sadness in my soul. The book was very detailed--I could imagine the character's in the book, and what they experienced. It was like I was there. It was well-written, and it made me want to talk about it. I usually don't read sad books--maybe one or two a year--because I get emotionally attached to them, and it's hard to deal with sometimes. While I don't regret reading this book, I also think it would be in my best interest to take the rest of the week off from reading any books.