As most around me know, how much I loved the Kite Runner. It is not just a simple story of a boy and his family in Afghanistan, but a true depiction of innocence lost, and gained, heartbreak and warmth. A beautifully written story about the effects of war, classism, commitment, immigration and love. While I read this book, I wept, cheered, feared, celebrated and anguished with the family. It reminded me and constantly still reminds me of the beauty of Afghanistan that has been stolen and snatched away (and I don?t just mean the landscape). It is hard to put in words exactly how this book has moved and inspired me, but it confirms my sentiments that we all are individually and collectively responsible for doing everything we possible can to be actively involved in changing life to make things better for all people, especially our children.