Started to do a "one book per country" challenge with Afghanistan, and as I have already read every Khaled Housseini book, I'm trying something new. I wouldn't usually pick this book, first because I'm not usually a fan of french literature (the author is an afghan refugee in France) as the pace is usually slow. This is true for this one, not much happens in the book and there are no chapters divisions. If I had to choose, Khaled Housseini's books gave me a better picture of Afghanistan, but there's no reason why two authors should be compared just because they are from the same country.
As a book, I found it surprisingly enjoyful. The style is different, the entire book being just one character - a woman - talking to her comatose husband in a room while the out world is in war. There was a rawness in the woman's tale, cathartics confessions to someone who can't answer, slowly losing touch with reality. It was depressing but a good read for the most part.
What really lost me was the ending, that just didn't make sense with the rest of the narrative for me and made it pointless and kinda weird.