The book is built around the story of ten-year-old Abdullah and his three-year-old sister Pari and their father's decision, through coercion from his brother-in-law, to sell Pari to a wealthy, childless couple in Kabul. This event gives the story it's roots, it's bloodline. Abdullah stays behind in an impoverished village in Afghanistan while Pari is whisked away to begin a life of privilege. Pari is eventually taken by her adoptive mother, a sensual poet, to live in Paris. Hosseini shows us how this act sends fractures through a family and how these fractures lead to strikingly different paths for the family.
This book speaks to status and power. Hosseini exposes his readers to the privileges that the wealthy have over the poor. They have the freedom to decide if they will lend a hand and how they will lend it, and it all comes down to one thing. Money. The poor are often powerless in their hunger and make gut wrenching sacrifices to make it through each precarious day. The beauty in this novel is the ties that bind Abdullah and Pari. No matter how far apart and markedly different their lives were, they were still bound by blood and that bloodline, after many years apart, led them back together again.
Abdullah and Pari's story reminds me that although we are individuals we share a common bond that may be invisible to us, but it is there in the universe, and keeps us interconnected.
