A Man Who Has No Conscience Does Not Suffer
I had sat down in the restaurant to wait for my food and my book lay on the table. As she walked past, the waitress said That is a good book, I cried at the end. At that point I had only read about 10% and was still sniggering at the short and unsophisticated sentence structure. I can’t remember exactly when I had my first sniffle but I probably stopped counting at around four. I worried while reading at cafes that other customers would see tears in my eyes and wonder what the hell I was reading, so at times I’d just stop reading until the emotions calmed down. And what was I reading? Khaled Hosseini’s The Kite Runner.