Do I even bother at this point an attempt to write anything else outside of what Leah from Fiction Fan Blog (taken from Goodreads) has so incredibly and eloquently stated here: (beautiful job Leah!)
Blown like leaves in the wind…
‘A story is like a moving train: no matter where you hop onboard, you are bound to reach your destination sooner or later.’
Within the first few pages of this book, the reader knows s/he’s in the hands of a master storyteller. In a village in rural Afghanistan, mid 1940s, a father tells a folk tale to his two young children. On the next day, they will travel to Kabul and start a chain of events that will take the reader on a journey across the world and through the decades.
The novel is made up of a series of linked and interlinked stories about members of this one family, their descendants and people whose lives they touch. Hosseini takes us back and forwards in time but each episode tells a whole story of one of the characters. This made the book feel in some ways like a collection of short stories rather than a novel, but Hosseini brings us round in a perfect circle and the last few chapters bring all these disparate episodes into one immensely moving whole.
The beauty of the writing is only matched by the humanity of the characters. Hosseini takes us inside their minds and their hearts and we see them laid bare, essentially good people but with their flaws and weaknesses exposed, to us and to themselves. Although much of the book takes place in Europe and America, Afghanistan remains at the heart of it because it remains in the hearts of the characters, even though they may have become part of the war- and poverty-driven diaspora.
A beautiful and very moving book that brought me to tears on several occasions, this isn’t fundamentally about politics or war; it is about the unforgettable people who populate its pages – about humanity. And though there is sadness and sorrow here, there is also love and joy and a deep sense of hope. Highly recommended.
Yes, yes, and yes. My weekend was spent completely and totally lost in the pages of And the Mountains Echoed. I achieved nothing else but the complete and 100% investment in this (beautiful, gorgeous, heartbreaking) story. I have yet to read Mr. Hosseini’s two previous novels and it is a correction that needs to be made and one that is often pointed out to me by fellow LH Jackie. A Thousand Splendid Suns is available on audio from our public library. You know what I’ll be seeking out very soon. First, I just want to continue to bask in the beauty of the tale of And the Mountains Echoed.
As well, whomever wrote the inside flap book’s description deserves copious amounts of praise. Did Mr. Hosseini compose this himself? It’s as brilliant as the book itself. So again, my words cannot compare to these that I’ll include in their entirety below:
“Broad in scope and setting, wise and compassionate in its storytelling. And the Mountains Echoed is a profoundly moving, captivating novel that demonstrates Khalid Hosseini’s deeply felt understanding of the bonds that define us and shape our lives -and of what it means to be human.
It begins with the heartbreaking, unparalled bond between two motherless siblings in an Afghan village. To three-year-old Pari, big brother Abdullah is more mother than brother.To ten-year-old Abdullah, little Pari is his everything. What happens to them – and the large and small manners in which it echoes through the lives of so many other people – is proof of the moral complexity of life. In a multigenerational novel revolving around not just parents and children but also brothers and sisters, cousins and caretakers, Hosseini explores the many ways in which family members love., wound, betray, honor and sacrifice for one another; and how often we are surprised by the actions of those closest to us, at the times that matter most. Following its characters and the ramifications of their lives and choices and loves around the globe – from Kabul, to Paris, to San Francisco, to the Greek island of Tinos – the story expands gradually outward, becoming more emotionally complex, and powerful with each turning page.”
5 heartfelt stars. What an exceptionally written tale of our connectivity.
There is also this cover which takes your breath away as it is perfectly captures a key moment in the story. The father carrying Pari on his shoulders, and Abdullah walking alongside. The yellow feather. Makes me cry all over again. 
