Bookseller of Kabul

At this point, the book seems very jaded. Seierstad's intent to develop personal experiences among her characters (ethos) seems lacking. Her book tends to seem repetitive in its events, creating a massive similarity to A Thousand Splendid Suns by Hoessini. In her attempts to portray a new, enlightening novel, she finds herself tied up in the hackneyed examples of many authors intent on bringing light to the commonly known issue of oppression based on culture around the world. So far I have not been hit by a real monumental scene of the novel that would really make me sympathize (based on the story!!, of course in reality I think it is awful that such oppression can exist, yet who am I to judge based on my own perceptions of democracy) with the characters in the novel. Excitement seems to escape the pages of A Thousand Splendid Suns, resulting in my diminished interest and appeal of the characters who strive to persevere, endure, and breakthrough the fettering fates that society sends their way.