Reflection In 'The Kite Runner' By Khaled Hosseini

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Grant Gaikema

Mrs. Miller

English 2 Pre-Ap/GT, 4th period

2 May 2014

Reflective Journal Response

The Kite Runner

Chapters 1-10

Reflection:
The novel The Kite Runner is a beautiful novel written by Khaled Hosseini. This book explores the themes of loyalty, betrayal and bravery and takes you back to a very different era in the 1960’s and revolves around the main character Amir and his best friend Hassan. Although Amir and Hassan are raised in the same household they experience very different upbringings. Amir is the son of a wealthy businessman and lives in a large and lavish house. He is taught how to read and write and is spoiled by his father. As a child, Amir would receive the best and most expensive toys and kites. Meanwhile, Hassan is the son of a poor servant, he lives in a small hut on the property of Amir’s mansion and he never learned how to read. Hassan is Hazara, which is a very hated ethnic group in Afghanistan. As a result Hassan is considered inferior to other people and is racially abused throughout the novel. Despite their differences, Amir and Hassan become great friends. However, one day Hassan is severely beaten and raped which Amir witnesses but is too scared to help Hassan. This incident causes a great split between the two and the guilt which Amir carries prevent him from socializing with Hassan. Personally, I hated Amir as a character and found him very unlikable because he was selfish, arrogant and a coward. I found it very sickening that Amir didn’t stand up for Hassan when he was being bullied and also I didn’t like how rather then confronting is jealousy and guilt over Hassan; he makes Hassan look bad in front of Baba and frames Hassan for stealing his money so Hassan would be forced to leave.
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