Cheese is just a lump of old milk.

"And I could almost feel the emptiness in Soraya's womb, like it was a living, breathing, thing. It had seeped into our marriage, that emptiness, into our laughs, and into our lovemaking. And late at night, in the darkness of our room, I'd feel it rising from Soraya and settling between us. Sleeping between us. Like a newborn child." pg. 189

I don't know why we can't be cool people and call this personification. Or is this personification/anthropomorphism at all? Sure it's giving human characteristics to "emptiness," but it's not an inanimate object or animal like the definition says. Am I bound to the strict definition like a Constitutionalist is to every word of the, uh, Constitution? Is there a totally different word for this altogether that I'm just missing? What IS tempo? But claps for Hosseini on taking something intangible and making it into something creepy like a newborn child just popping up outta nowhere. It really fits this metaphorical specter that has manifested itself in Amir and Soraya's life. Poor things, no chillins for them or their Afghan pride.

C'est la vie, eh Amir?