And the Mountains Echoed

Okay, what the fuck just happened?
The writing is gorgeous of course but the story, I mean what the hell? I liked the different point of views but it started well and then it didn't go on as well as it did before.
And the whole account of Markos's life, I mean what the hell was the point of that? Instead, I would want a full account of Pari's visit to Kabul from his point of view. that would have been nicer. But the 70 pages of pointless rambling about his life back in Greece was that, pointless, meaningless, boring, and frustrating. I got so angry when I was reading that that at the end of that chapter I left the book for a whole day
I hate you for doing this Khaled.
I want to slaughter you in your sleep.



And the ending, I mean what the fuck? That's your idea of a reunion? I mean no hugs, no kisses, nothing? Just a fucking sad and pointless and unsatisfactory ending no matter how "realistic" it seems on the outside.
To me, Khaled was relying on the emotions he can spring from his vivid description of suffering and not actual skill or story telling.
This was a huge disappointment.
I was willing to give a 4 stars review up until the last 140 pages when he blew it.
Oh, and Khaled, you know what?
FUCK
YOU.



AND A THOUSAND SPLENDID SUNS AND THE KITE RUNNER WERE A LOT BETTER.


FUCK
YOU
AGAIN
INFINITELY


I HAD PUT MY WHOLE BELIEF IN FAITH IN YOU, KHALED!!!!! AND YOU FUCKING DISAPPOINTED ME!!