In the details

It really is all in the details, isn't it? The difference between good and great -- just right and perfect.

I'm currently reading A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini, the author who wrote The Kite Runner - which, if you've never read, is really fantastic. This book is proving to be even better. Absolutely mesmerising. I've been reading it for 2 days and I'm already 245 pages into it. For a woman with a full time job, 2 kids, etc., 245 in 2 days is usually virtually impossible, but the book is so fascinating I'm flying through.

But anyway -- to the details. Sometimes I read a passage, and it just fits so well with things I have experienced, and had wanted to put into words, but never could. This one is part of the story and its talking about a 5 year old little girl Mariam, and her mother, Nana:

If she could articulate it, she might have said to Nana that she was tired of being an instrument, of being lied to, laid claim to, used. That she was sick of Nana twisting the truths of their life and making her, Mariam, another of her grievances against the world.

That just about says it all -- to be 5, and to think like that, and to not be able to articulate what you're thinking... I can relate. And the words are so simple, and so simply strung together, but the detail you get within them -- just amazing.