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“I want to tear myself from this place, from this reality, rise up like a cloud and float away, melt into this humid summer night and dissolve somewhere far, over the hills. But I am here, my legs blocks of concrete, my lungs empty of air, my throat burning. There will be no floating away.”

Quote by Khaled Hosseini

Work

The Kite Runner: Rejacketed

This reissued edition of 'The Kite Runner' presents a poignant narrative set in Afghanistan, focusing on the complex relationship between two boys and the profound impact of their choices on their lives and futures. more

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Khaled Hosseini
Khaled Hosseini

Khaled Hosseini is an Afghan-American novelist, best known for his novel 'The Kite Runner,' which has become a global bestseller. The story, centered around themes of friendship, betrayal, and redemption, has resonated with readers worldwide. Hosseini's works often focus on the history and culture of Afghanistan, as well as the complexities of human nature. more

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