While I wait for the sun to set, I'm reading some more of 'A Thousand Splendid Suns' by Khalid Hosseini. I've been reading this book for over a week now. It's taking so long because every few pages I have to stop before I become completely overwhelmed. The book is excruciatingly well-written, and disturbingly real, but more than that it's so evocative it makes me feel every single thing the protagonists must have felt at various points in their lives. I'm on pg 226, and I think the book must have reduced me to tears at least fifty times along the way. It's just that sort of story, in that sort of setting told by a storyteller who does not spare his audience in any way. A part of me wishes I could just abandon this book in favor others (as I have known to do when things get too depressing for my liking) but I can't. Despite everything, the book is a compelling read and as I turn the pages, I'm so invested in these characters that I know that somehow I'm going to make it through till the end, ravaged emotions and all.