Summariiieeeessss!!! (pronounced like a flamboyant gay guy with a lisp)

WARNING!!!!: The rest of this particular blog will be from the perspective of Randy a flamboyant, gay guy that I just made up in my mind because I'm a little loopy. I do not mean to offend any homosexuals with this blog, it's a grade for a class, not a spoof :).

OK, so The Kite Runner is a such a delicious book, I mean a very scrumptious read. It revolves around Amir, a rich boy, and Hassan, his servant boy toy. The relationship between Amir and Hassan is described as unbreakable and rare, although Amir completely dismisses Hassan when other rich kids are around. This relationship reminds me of the time I dated this older man, John. We would have such a yummy time together, but we would only meet late at night. He was sooo whiny about his job, mother, wife and kids...well...anyway, I can relate to poor Hassan. One interesting things I learned about Afghans, other than their delicious taste in rugs, is that they don't have school during the winter months, sort of the equivalent to summer vacation here in the U.S. of A. Another enjoyable sport the children take part in is kite running, the name of the book *jumps around wildly while clapping hands together*! So here's the rundown on the kite running race thing: Amir wins and is glad his father finally accepts him, I can relate to Amir too! Who needs fathers anyway!? Who needs someone saying: "I just don't understand why he doesn't like sports" or "Why can't he fly a kite" or "Why does he like to play with dolls" or "Why can't he play baseball instead of doing ballet". Well you know what? We...I mean..Amir doesn't need a father anyway! Sorry about that, some wounds were reopened, but anyway, Amir won the race and got his fathers' acceptance, but he needed to run the runner ups kite to make it an even better win, so he tells Hassan, who is so amazing at kite running, to get the kite for him. Unfortunately, Hassan runs into the neighborhood bully and unwillingly plays find the squirrel. Amir is such a little boob and makes me so mad when he doesn't help his "friend" out. Hassan is such a little angel that all he does is cry and refuses to talk about it. No one says a word about the little incident and Amir, rightfully feeling just awful that he's such a horrible person, tries to avoid him. But, true to that jerky (HA I said jerky) nature, tries to get rid of Hassan. Fearing for his poor sons life, Ali takes Hassan away to live with their cousin. Fast forward a few years...Amir and Baba flee the country because of the war between and Afghanistan and Russia. They get to America and have to adjust to the big change from their small, trusting village, to the large humble and bumble of California!! Personally, I prefer San Francisco, but that's my opinion, we're all entitled to one. Anyway, shortly after Amir graduates high school and enrolls in college, Baba gets cancer. Baba, being the strong-willed person he is, won't receive chemo and Amir is devastated at the thought of being an orphan. HOW SELFISH! He's not so sad about his father being dead, but being alone. Anyway he meets this fugly girl who is described as being "beautiful" with a uni brow and a crooked nose! I don't know how things are done in Afghanistan, but she sounds more like a beast than a beauty. Amir proposes to her, in the Afghan way, and they are set to be married. Hooray, Hooray ( in a VERY sarcastic tone). Well, ta-ta for now darlings!