I really wanted to like this book and find a touching story about friendship and loss. It proved to be yet another shallow bestseller of bad writing. It serves good as shedding a bit of light to the culture but only very little. Good intentions don't carry far if you fail to build a consistent plot with interesting and three-dimensional characters.

What irritated me most were the ridiculously convenient revelations and situations. At one point Amir was warned using cliches or something like that and that made me laugh. Because that's exactly what the author had done. And I hate books where the reader is not allowed to interpret the metaphors etc but instead the author has to explain them like we were five-year-old kids!