If you’re in the habit of judging books by their covers, as I often am, the small size, flowery, impressionistic title and pastel-hued dust jacket of the hardcover edition of The Swallows of Kabul is terribly misleading. Held in hand, the book feels airy and insubstantial, but inside is a riveting story of terror and redemption, told with haunting power and captivating grace. Read my review here.
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