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Just saw the sneak preview of "The Kite Runner" with several of my book club buddies. And though some aspects of the book were missing in the cinema production, I definitely have to admit the movie was just as moving as the book itself. It is a definite "must-see"!!!!

So, the overwhelming question of this night, as well as the book discussion night, was that of redemption. Is it always possible to redeem oneself? Or are some things completely unforgivable? The idea of something being completely unforgivable is so powerful and frankly it's also emotionally terrifying. I can in no way imagine (and plan on never HAVING to imagine) what living with such intense life-long guilt could do to a person. What lengths would you go to just to alleviate the guilt? Even living the rest of one's life for the sole purpose of making amends may not ever be enough for some things.

Back to the movie or book :).... did Amir ever finally redeem himself for his silence? What about Baba's redemption for lying? These are questions every reader/viewer must decide for themselves. As for me, I think if their mistakes had only affected themselves, their redemption may have been easily attained. But, I guess if their mistakes ONLY affected themselves, then would the question of redemption even be necessary??


  1. I so can't wait to see this movie, I think I'll try the book first...

  2. Yes, you MUST read the book first...there are so many little nuances that you won't get if you just watch the movie.

    The movie was AWESOME in its own right, but if you plan on doing both the movie and the book----definitely read the book first!!


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