It's wedding time

This weekend my little sister married her sweetheart at The Grand Tradition in Fallbrook. It was a beautiful wedding. The bride looked amazing, the groom looked sheller and all eight bridesmaids were dressed to impressed. I've complied several pictures starting with the rehearsal, the morning of the wedding, and the actual wedding itself. I'm so happy for my sister and I wish her the best as she starts her life as the new Mrs. Campbell.

23 months

The Kite Runner

I feel a bit behind the times having finally read this book. It is a historical novel, set during the Russian invasion and early Taliban rule of Afghanistan. Although The Kite Runner is a work of fiction, much of the information regrading the political, social and cultural climate Afghanistan is true.

If Atonement by Ian McEwan hadn't already been published, Hosseini could have used the title. After Amir cowardly ignores his friend in a time of need, he spends the rest of the novel attempting to redeem himself. It is only have he returns to Afghanistan in search of Hassan's son dose he finally feel redeemed.

I  enjoyed the use of Afghan words, and cultural references. I am unfamiliar with the country and cultural so having those little tidbits only made the story more enjoyable.

I liked how Amir and Hassan didn't have the perfect relationship. Amir was the son of a wealthy businessman, and Hassan was a servant. Amir was a Pashtun and Hassan was a Hazara. The friendship was flawed, but realistic. Nevertheless, the boys still played together, forming a brother like bond. What Amir did to betray Hassan was wrong, but would any other boy his age have done things differently?

I had a hard time with Assef as a character. In the story, Assef is the main antagonist and is described as blond haired and blue eyed with a German mother and Afghan father. Early on in this story, Assef is portrayed as someone who is absolutely evil - a sociopath - who also happens to be a Nazi. He has a well earned reputation for savagery that follows him into adulthood. While reading this passage I couldn't help but shiver a little - "You [Assef speaking to Amir] don't know the meaning of the word liberating until you've done that, stood in a roomful of targets, let the bullets fly, free of guilt and remorse, knowing you are virtuous, good and decent. Knowing you're doing God's work"(277).  As a reader, It bothers me that his source of evil is never explained. His parents are described as timid, and scared of him. Hosseini wants the reader to accept Assef as evil, someone who destroys lives and someone without a conscience.

I think it's interesting that Hosseini chose a half German blond haired, blue eyed, Hitler loving villain for his novel. It felt like a safe choice - most everyone can hate a nazi.

My sister's bridal shower

 

I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that my little sister is getting married at the end of this month. Where did the time go? Wasn't it just yesterday that we were running around our yard playing dress up, imagining wild adventures with our barbie dolls and having random photo shoots while we were suppose to be doing our school work. This Sunday I had the honor of hosting - with lots of help from bridesmaid Mackenzie and my wonderful Mom - the bridal shower. We had perfect weather and everything came together nicely.  

rain and shopping

Has winter finally arrived? This weekend ushered in the rain, and I'm not complaining. All afternoon Lucas kept asking to "go see shower." He loved jumping in mud puddles, and splashing around in the rain. As much as I am enjoy the much needed rain, I do need my backyard to be ready for next weekend's party.  

Thursday, my Mother and I accomplished the near impossible. We took four boys, under the age five, to Hobby Lobby for a bridal shower shopping extravaganza. With half off sale signs plastered throughout the wedding section of the store, I knew that it was now or never to score the best deals for this upcoming party.  And score we did! We were able get everything for the party, and left the store feeling accomplished and exhausted. Our shopping carts became choo choo trains and the aisle-ways became freeways. While in line, the woman behind us couldn't help but exclaim "look at all those boys, you two are brave." I had to laugh. It wasn't easy, but we managed it...somehow.