12岁的阿富汗富家少爷阿米尔与仆人哈桑情同手足。然而，在一场风筝比赛后，发生了一件悲惨不堪的事，阿米尔为自己的懦弱感到自责和痛苦，逼走了哈桑，不久，自己也跟随父亲逃往美国。 成年后的阿米尔始终无法原谅自己当年对哈桑的背叛。为了赎罪，阿米尔再度踏上暌违二十多年的故乡，希望能为不幸的好友尽最后一点心力，却发现一个惊天谎言，儿时的噩梦再度重演，阿米尔该如何抉择？小说如此残忍而又美丽，作者以温暖细腻的笔法勾勒人性的本质与救赎，读来令人荡气回肠。
Outside the orphanage, the next day, they ran out of chairs. A lot of people had to stand to watch the openingceremony. It was a windy day, and I sat behind Baba on the littlepodiumjust outside the main entrance of the new building. Baba was wearing a green suit and a caracul hat. Midway through the speech, the wind knocked his hat off and everyone laughed. Hemotionedto me to hold his hat for him and I was glad to, because then everyone would see that he was my father, my Baba. He turned back to the microphone and said he hoped the building wassturdierthan his hat, and everyone laughed again. When Baba ended his speech, people stood up and cheered. Theyclappedfor a long time. Afterward, people shook his hand. Some of them tousled my hair and shook my hand too. I was so proud of Baba, of us.
But despite Baba 8217;s successes, people were always doubting him. They told Baba that running a business wasn 8217;t in his blood and he should study law like his father. So Baba proved them all wrong by not only running his own business but becoming one of the richest merchants in Kabul. Baba and Rahim Khan built a wildly successful carpet-exporting Business, two pharmacies, and a restaurant.
When peoplescoffedthat Baba would never marry well 8211;after all, he was not of royal blood 8211;he wedded my mother, Sofia Akrami, a highly educated woman universally regarded as one of Kabul 8217;s most respected, beautiful, andvirtuousladies. And not only did she teach classic Farsi literature at the university she was a descendant of the royal family, a fact that my father playfully rubbed in the skeptics faces by referring to her as 8220;my princess. 8221;
With me as theglaringexception, my father molded the world around him to his liking. The problem, of course, was that Baba saw the world in black and white. And he got to decide what was black and what was white. You can 8217;t love a person who lives that way without fearing him too. Maybe even hating him a little.