Tuesday, March 29, 2011

A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini

Miriam wished for so much in those final moments.  Yet as she closed her eyes, it was no regret any longer but a sensation of abundant peace that washed over her.  She thought of her entry into this world, the harami child of a lowly villager, an unintended thing, a pitiable, regrettable accident.  A weed.  And yet she was leaving the world as a woman who had loved and been loved back.  She was leaving it as a friend, a companion, a guardian.  A mother.  A person of consequence at last.  No.  It was not so bad, Miriam thought, that she should die this way.  Not so bad.  This was a legitimate end to a life of illegitimate belongings.


Friday, March 18, 2011

Mockingjay bu Suzanne Collins

"It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart."