Proud to be an American

I sat down this morning with a bowl of Fruity Cheerios and the Saturday paper and was greeted by the following stories:

Man killed in Wal-Mart stampede
"A Wal-Mart worker was killed Friday when "out-of-control" shoppers desperate for bargains broke down the doors...other workers were trampled as they tried to rescue the man...at least four other people were taken to the hospital including a woman who was eight months pregnant."

When the police tried to make the people leave after the man's death and as the ambulances were showing up, "people were yelling, 'I've been on line since yesterday morning.' 'They kept shopping.'"

2 men shot to death in California toy store
"' I think the obvious question everyone has is who takes loaded weapons into a Toy's "R" Us?'"

As I finished my Fruity Cheerios and drank down the leftover sugary, purple colored milk, I asked myself, "Is this my America? Are we proud of ourselves?"

I just finished this book

A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini

My review

rating: 4 of 5 stars
I found the story to be slow moving and dull. Khaled jumps years between chapters, though, and that held my attention. Every few chapters it was like a new world to discover.



That said, by the end I was fully enthralled with the story. I am terribly glad I did not give up and put it down before it all came to fruition. You see, this is not my normal genre of book. I was a little out of my element. But what a great read.


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