The Kite Runner: Graphic Novel

Paperback | September 6, 2011

byKhaled Hosseini

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An international publishing sensation that dominated the New York Times bestseller list for more than two years, The Kite Runner has touched millions of readers worldwide. Now, the graphic novel adaptation with text by author Khaled Hosseini brings this unforgettable story to vivid life in beautiful four-colour illustrations, and makes the story accessible to a whole new generation of readers.

Taking us from Afghanistan in the final days of the monarchy to the present day, The Kite Runner is the story of the unlikely and inseparable friendship between a wealthy Afghan boy and the son of his father's servant, both of whom are caught in the tragic sweep of history. Powerful illustrations breathe new life into a beloved story and heighten Hosseini's portrait of a stark and heartbreaking landscape.

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An international publishing sensation that dominated the New York Times bestseller list for more than two years, The Kite Runner has touched millions of readers worldwide. Now, the graphic novel adaptation with text by author Khaled Hosseini brings this unforgettable story to vivid life in beautiful four-colour illustrations, and makes...

Khaled Hosseini was born in Kabul, Afghanistan, the son of a diplomat whose family received political asylum in the United States in 1980. He lives in northern California, where he is a physician. The Kite Runner, his first novel, is being published around the world. Fabio Celoni is an illustrator and comics author. He is a regular col...

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Format:PaperbackDimensions:136 pages, 9.5 × 6.8 × 0.37 inPublished:September 6, 2011Publisher:Doubleday CanadaLanguage:English

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from Stunning! I had no idea I would enjoy reading a book as much as I did with this one. Beautiful story...passionately written. I couldn't wait to finish it! A true portrait of love and loyalty as well as hate and betrayal. I can't wait to read more by this author.
Date published: 2015-10-20
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing. The title of this review is an understatement. I swear this is the best book of all time. I would recommend this to anyone (mature enough) anytime. There's some mature content so I would say do not read to those 13 and under but for anyone older, definitely put in on your wishlist! The entire novel gets you emotional and the ending is absolutely superb! Everything becomes sad near the end but the author did an amazing job in wrapping up the book, leaving me in tears (literally, my entire family was staring at me lie I was a psycho). Anyway, simply amazing. None of the words I've used so far can describe how incredible this book is. I hate to say it, but it's better than the entire Harry Poter series (if only by a bit).
Date published: 2015-10-13
Rated 4 out of 5 by from The Kite Runner This was a great book. It kept coming up in my recommended list. One of the best books I've read in a long time
Date published: 2015-09-20
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The Kite Runner In depth insight into a culture so different from my European roots; yet both share extreme acts of cruelty caused by war. I am left feeling sad by what I read.
Date published: 2015-09-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from My #1 book of all time This book is the best book I have ever read. It has remained my favourite book for 6 years now. A beautiful story about friendship and the human condition.
Date published: 2015-07-14
Rated 5 out of 5 by from SHOCKINGLY WONDERFUL This was easily the best book I have ever read!! I loved it so much and would recommend it to anyone!
Date published: 2015-05-21
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Kite Runner loved the book. a insight to the traditions and prejudices within the Afganis themselves. A violent lot and a more passive one. Ethnic cleansing has been around for centuries, it is still apparent today!
Date published: 2015-02-17
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Really well written Khaled Hosseini provides readers with a novel that has an amazing plot and a lot of suspense. Love this
Date published: 2015-01-03
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The Kite Runner What a powerful story. One can understand the MIddle East and its people much easier. Could not put this book down. Am looking forward to Hosseini's next book!
Date published: 2014-11-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Epic story set in Afghanistan I'd heard about this book for years before reading it and could have kicked myself. It's wonderful. Reminded me of A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry, both tragic and ultimately uplifting. Don't let it go unread.
Date published: 2014-11-10
Rated 4 out of 5 by from A wonderfully told story... This books goes to intense highs and extreme lows that can only be achieved by an incredible story and with amazing characters. I remember more than once putting the book down, taking a deep breath and saying "wow"...
Date published: 2014-11-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from AWESOME It came to me very emotional and I ended up crying. But, this is a great story for you to understand what's happening out in real world.
Date published: 2014-11-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The Kite Runner Riveting exploration of a man's plight to redemption. I couldn't put the book down.
Date published: 2014-07-16
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Excellent! ★★★★☆ This book truly excellent. The only reason why it lost a star for me is because the ending kinda fizzled. 9-11 didn't really play any role in the story as I suspected it would have. It was merely a blip on the radar. All in all though I really enjoyed this story of dealing with your personal demons. Really well done.
Date published: 2014-06-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Houswife One of the best books I have ever read
Date published: 2014-05-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing book This book is very good but grotest in some parts
Date published: 2014-05-05
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great! Suddenly I have a fascination with Afghanistan!
Date published: 2014-02-10
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great! The best book I have ever read. I cried and was elated many times throughout the book. It gave me a whole new perspective on how I view people from different countries. I recommended the book to my mother, sister and niece. They all loved it as much as I.
Date published: 2014-01-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great! One of the most heart wrenching, but heart warming books I've ever read...went in to find all other Khaled Hosseini books to read!
Date published: 2014-01-23
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great! Great read, the characters come to life.
Date published: 2014-01-23
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Beautiful I loved, loved, loved the artwork. The lovely colours did justice to an equally mosaic novel. Both are equally beautiful and magnificent.
Date published: 2012-08-07

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OneDecember 2001I became what I am today at the age of twelve, on a frigid overcast day in the winter of 1975. I remember the precise moment, crouching behind a crumbling mud wall, peeking into the alley near the frozen creek. That was a long time ago, but it’s wrong what they say about the past, I’ve learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out. Looking back now, I realize I have been peeking into that deserted alley for the last twenty-six years.One day last summer, my friend Rahim Khan called from Pakistan. He asked me to come see him. Standing in the kitchen with the receiver to my ear, I knew it wasn’t just Rahim Khan on the line. It was my past of unatoned sins. After I hung up, I went for a walk along Spreckels Lake on the northern edge of Golden Gate Park. The early-afternoon sun sparkled on the water where dozens of miniature boats sailed, propelled by a crisp breeze. Then I glanced up and saw a pair of kites, red with long blue tails, soaring in the sky. They danced high above the trees on the west end of the park, over the windmills, floating side by side like a pair of eyes looking down on San Francisco, the city I now call home. And suddenly Hassan’s voice whispered in my head: For you, a thousand times over. Hassan the harelipped kite runner.I sat on a park bench near a willow tree. I thought about something Rahim Khan said just before he hung up, almost as an afterthought. There is a way to be good again. I looked up at those twin kites. I thought about Hassan. Thought about Baba. Ali. Kabul. I thought of the life I had lived until the winter of 1975 came along and changed everything. And made me what I am today.TwoWhen we were children, Hassan and I used to climb the poplar trees in the driveway of my father’s house and annoy our neighbors by reflecting sunlight into their homes with a shard of mirror. We would sit across from each other on a pair of high branches, our naked feet dangling, our trouser pockets filled with dried mulberries and walnuts. We took turns with the mirror as we ate mulberries, pelted each other with them, giggling, laughing. I can still see Hassan up on that tree, sunlight flickering through the leaves on his almost perfectly round face, a face like a Chinese doll chiselled from hardwood: his flat, broad nose and slanting, narrow eyes like bamboo leaves, eyes that looked, depending on the light, gold, green, even sapphire. I can still see his tiny low-set ears and that pointed stub of a chin, a meaty appendage that looked like it was added as a mere afterthought. And the cleft lip, just left of midline, where the Chinese doll maker’s instrument may have slipped, or perhaps he had simply grown tired and careless.Sometimes, up in those trees, I talked Hassan into firing walnuts with his slingshot at the neighbor’s one-eyed German shepherd. Hassan never wanted to, but if I asked, really asked, he wouldn’t deny me. Hassan never denied me anything. And he was deadly with his slingshot. Hassan’s father, Ali, used to catch us and get mad, or as mad as someone as gentle as Ali could ever get. He would wag his finger and wave us down from the tree. He would take the mirror and tell us what his mother had told him, that the devil shone mirrors too, shone them to distract Muslims during prayer. “And he laughs while he does it,” he always added, scowling at his son.“Yes, Father,” Hassan would mumble, looking down at his feed. But he never told on my. Never told that the mirror, like shooting walnuts at the neighbor’s dog, was always my idea.The poplar trees lined the redbrick driveway, which led to a pair of wrought-iron gates. They in turn opened into an extension of the driveway into my father’s estate. The house sat on the left side of the brick path, the backyard at the end of it.Everyone agreed that my father, my Baba, had built the most beautiful house in the Wazir Akbar Khan district, a new and affluent neighborhood in the northern part of Kabul. Some thought it was the prettiest house in all of Kabul. A broad entryway flanked by rosebushes led to the sprawling house of marble floors and wide windows. Intricate mosaic tiles, handpicked by Baba in Isfahan, covered the floors of the four bathrooms. Gold-stitched tapestries, which Baba had bought in Calcutta, lined the walls; a crystal chandelier hung from the vaulted ceiling.Upstairs was my bedroom, Baba’s room, and his study, also known as “the smoking room,” which perpetually smelled of tobacco and cinnamon. Baba and his friends reclined on black leather chairs there after Ali had served dinner. They stuffed their pipes -- except Baba always called it “fattening the pipe” -- and discussed their favorite three topics: politics, business, soccer. Sometimes I asked Baba if I could sit with them, but Baba would stand in the doorway. “Go on, now,” he’d say. “This is grown-ups’ time. Why don’t you go read one of those books of yours?” He’d close the door, leave me to wonder why it was always grown-ups’ time with him. I’d sit by the door, knees drawn into my chest. Sometimes I sat there for an hour, sometimes two, listening to their laughter, their chatter.The living room downstairs had a curved wall with custom-built cabinets. Inside sat framed family pictures: an old, grainy photo of my grandfather and King Nadir Shah taken in 1931, two years before the king’s assassination; they are standing over a dead deer, dressed in knee-high boots, rifles slung over their shoulders. There was a picture of my parents’ wedding night, Baba dashing in his black suit and my mother a smiling young princess in white. Here was Baba and his best friend and business partner, Rahim Kahn, standing outside our house, neither one smiling -- I am a baby in that photograph and Baba is holding me, looking tired and grim. I’m in his arms, but it’s Rahim Khan’s pinky my fingers are curled around.The curved wall led into the dining room, at the center of which was a mahogany table that could easily sit thirty guests -- and, given my father’s taste for extravagant parties, it did just that almost every week. On the other end of the dining room was a tall marble fireplace, always lit by the orange glow of a fire in the wintertime.A large sliding glass door opened into a semicircular terrace that overlooked two acres of backyard and rows of cherry trees. Baba and Ali had planted a small vegetable garden along the eastern wall: tomatoes, mint, peppers, and a row of corn that never really took. Hassan and I used to call it “the Wall of Ailing Corn.”On the south end of the garden, in the shadows of a loquat tree, was the servants’ home, a modest mud hut where Hassan lived with his father.It was there, in that little shack, that Hassan was born in the winter of 1964, just one year after my mother died giving birth to me.

Editorial Reviews

"A wonderful work... This is one of those unforgettable stories that stay with you for years. All the great themes of literature and of life are the fabric of this extraordinary novel: love, honor, guilt, fear redemption...It is so powerful that for a long time everything I read after seemed bland." -- Isabel Allende "Stunning . . . an incisive, perceptive examination of recent Afghan history. . . It is rare that a book is at once so timely and of such high literary quality." -- Publisher's Weekly“In The Kite Runner, Khaled Hosseini gives us a vivid and engaging story that reminds us how long his people have been struggling to triumph over the forces of violence -- forces that continue to threaten them even today.” -- New York Times“A haunting morality tale.” -- USA Today“His passionate story of betrayal and redemption is framed by Afghanistan’s tragic recent past . . . Rather than settle for a coming-of-age or travails-of-immigrants story, Hosseini has folded them both into this searing spectacle of hard-won personal salvation. All this, and a rich slice of Afghan culture too: irresistible." -- Kirkus Reviews“Like Gone with the Wind, this extraordinary first novel locates the personal struggles of everyday people in the terrible sweep of history.” -- People“To many Western readers, [Afghanistan’s] can be an exhausting and bewildering history. But Hosseini extrudes it into an intimate account of family and friendship, betrayal and salvation that requires no atlas or translation to engage and enlighten us.” -- Washington Post“Hosseini does tenderness and terror, California dream and Kabul nightmare with equal aplomb. . .a ripping yarn and ethical parable.” -- Globe and Mail"A beautiful novel . . . a song in a new key. Hosseini is an exhilaratingly original writer with a gift for irony and a gentle, perceptive heart . . . one of the most lyrical, moving and unexpected novels of the year." -- Denver Post