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12歲的阿富汗富家少爺阿米爾與仆人哈桑情同手足。然而，在一場風箏比賽后，發生了一件悲慘不堪的事，阿米爾為自己的懦弱感到自責和痛苦，逼走了哈桑，不久，自己也跟隨父親逃往美國。成年后的阿米爾始終無法原諒自己當年對哈桑的背叛。為了贖罪，阿米爾再度踏上暌違二十多年的故，希望能為不幸的好友盡最后一點心力，卻發現一個驚天謊言，兒時的噩夢再度重演，阿米爾該如何抉擇？
The Kite Runner tells the story of Amir, a young boy from the Wazir Akbar Khan district of Kabul, whose closest friend is Hassan, his father's young Hazara servant. The story is set against a backdrop of tumultuous events, from the fall of Afghanistan's monarchy through the Soviet military intervention, the exodus of refugees to Pakistan and the United States, and the rise of the Taliban regime.
Kite Runner《追風箏的人》一部以史詩般的歷史景觀和蕩氣回腸的人性故事，深深地打動全世界各地億萬讀者心的文學經典。本書適合閱讀過《追風箏的人》中文版的讀者，或者對經典英語文學作品感興趣、英語程度中等的讀者。
推薦理由：
1.美籍阿富汗裔作家卡勒德·胡賽尼，美國暢銷書作家，作品全球銷量超過4000萬冊；
2.一部以史詩般的歷史景觀和蕩氣回腸的人性故事，深深地打動全世界各地億萬讀者心的文學經典；
3.胡賽尼處女作，蟬聯亞馬遜排行榜131周之久，全球熱銷600萬冊，創下出版奇跡；
4.小說如此殘忍而又美麗，作者以溫暖細膩的筆法勾勒人性的本質與救贖，讀來令人蕩氣回腸；
5.英文原版，無刪減，有助于提高文學素養和英文水平。
The Kite Runner is the first novel by Afghan-American author Khaled Hosseini. The Kite Runner became a bestseller after being printed in paperback and was popularized in book clubs. It was a number one New York Times bestseller for over two years, with over seven million copies sold in the United States. Reviews were generally positive, though parts of the plot drew significant controversy in Afghanistan. A number of adaptations were created following publication, including a 2007 film of the same name, several stage performances, and a graphic novel.
I became what I am today at the age of twelve, on a frigid overcast day in the winter of 1975. I remember the precise moment, crouching behind a crumbling mud wall, peeking into the alley near the frozen creek. That was a long time ago, but it's wrong what they say about the past, I've learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out. Looking back now, I realize I have been peeking into that deserted alley for the last twenty-six years.
One day last summer, my friend Rahim Khan called from Pakistan. He asked me to come see him. Standing in the kitchen with the receiver to my ear, I knew it wasn't just Rahim Khan on the line. It was my past of unatoned sins. After I hung up, I went for a walk along Spreckels Lake on the northern edge of Golden Gate Park. The early-afternoon sun sparkled on the water where dozens of miniature boats sailed, propelled by a crisp breeze. Then I glanced up and saw a pair of kites, red with long blue tails, soaring in the sky. They danced high above the trees on the west end of the park, over the windmills, floating side by side like a pair of eyes looking down on San Francisco, the city I now call home. And suddenly Hassan's voice whispered in my head: For you, a thousand times over. Hassan the harelipped kite runner.
I sat on a park bench near a willow tree. I thought about something Rahim Khansaid just before he hung up, almost as an after thought. There is a way to be good again. I looked up at those twin kites. I thought about Hassan. Thought about Baba. Ali.Kabul. I thought of the life I had lived until the winter of 1975 came and changed everything. And made me what I am today.
