I don’t know why but there’s something in my brain that likes to rail against the recommendations my friends make. But the annoying thing is, they know me so well and they have good taste and everytime I finally do or eat or watch what they suggest I think “god damn it they were right.” I just started reading A Thousand Splendid Suns after putting off the recommendation my friends gave me over a year ago and three chapters in the thought came without fail. God damn it, they were right.