After that, my family moved a few times more and I lost track of Ms. Lung. For years afterward, all throughout highschool and college, I tried to find Ms. Lung, to thank her for everything she'd done for me. I searched google and social media. I called my old school and visited
— Jamil Jan Kochai (@JamilJanKochai) August 14, 2022
Non classé
The district office. But I kept hitting deadends. The main problem was that I didn't know Ms. Lung's first name! She'd always just been Ms. Lung to me. In my mid 20s, I'd pretty much given up on the search. I figured Ms. Lung had moved on to a new state, a new life. But a few…
— Jamil Jan Kochai (@JamilJanKochai) August 14, 2022
years earlier, after 99 Nights in Logar came out, somone reached out to me out of the blue on Facebook. It was Ms. Lung's husband! Apparently Allen Lung heard about an article I wrote for LitHub where I mentioned Ms. Lung. He asked me if I wanted to speak with her that night.
— Jamil Jan Kochai (@JamilJanKochai) August 14, 2022
My family and I all gathered together for the call. My parents had been wanting to thank Ms. Lung for years as well. When I finally got the chance to hear Ms. Lung's voice, tears welled up in my eyes. I told her that everything I'd accomplished I owed to her, and that I thought
— Jamil Jan Kochai (@JamilJanKochai) August 14, 2022
of her all the time and that I'd been searching for her for years. We all cried that night. Unfortunately, this was at the height of the pandemic, and we were still qurantining at the time. We promised to meet in the future. After that, my wife and I had a child, the Afghan
— Jamil Jan Kochai (@JamilJanKochai) August 14, 2022
Government collapsed, my beloved grandmother died, I finished at Stanford, and I published The Haunting of Hajji Hotak. It was a hectic time and we lost touch. But then, last night, after my reading, Ms. Lung's husband, Allen, rushed up to me, introduced himself, and brought
— Jamil Jan Kochai (@JamilJanKochai) August 14, 2022
me over to Ms. Lung, and seven year old me finally got to hug my 2nd grade teacher again. We chatted and smiled and cried a litte. I signed her book and tried to write on the page what I couldn't express with my voice. I took down their numbers and invited them for dinner.
— Jamil Jan Kochai (@JamilJanKochai) August 14, 2022
Cette histoire a commencé il y a 15 ans.
— Le libraire se cache (@librairesecache) December 16, 2022
J'étais encore jeune et fringant et je débutais dans le métier. J'ai croisé une dame qui venait pour son petit-fils qui, je cite, n'était pas très bon à l'école, du haut de ses 10 ans, et était fâché avec les mots
Alors je l'ai conseillée
Et chaque année, pour Noël et son anniversaire, elle me demandait conseil et je notais, petit à petit, l'évolution dans son niveau de lecture et d'implication.
— Le libraire se cache (@librairesecache) December 16, 2022
Ce qui est sûr, c'est qu'il réclamait ces livres. Il ne voulait rien d'autre comme cadeau.
Les années ont passé, façon scène d'ouverture de Là-Haut et il a enchainé, les Bone, les Jules, les De cape et de crocs, avec avidité. Tout ça par procuration (façon Mary & Max)
— Le libraire se cache (@librairesecache) December 16, 2022
-Il passe son bac de Français cette année, il voulait que vous le sachiez, me dit-elle une année
