It took me over a year and a half to read The Kite Runner. Jenny was reading it when we got back to school second semester Junior year. She said I would like it.
I looked at the cover and thought "eh."
Katy read it. And lent me her copy. I think I started it. But then I put it back on the shelf and eventually returned it to her. Unread.
And then Vern read it. And Paul read it.
Everyone on goodreads read it.
I started it again. And got sidetracked. I read Harry Potter. I read easy chick lit books. For some reason, I did not want to have to deal with the heaviness that I knew this book would bring.
I wanted to be entertained.
This weekend, when I flew down to San Diego, I dug in. I read past the hard and painful parts and finally let myself get in deeper. I let myself be uncomfortable.
In the end I was not just entertained, but enlightened.
It was so very good. So very worth the struggle.
