Read it in the past week, and I really liked it. The first person narration of a person coming to terms with the his mistakes is very very effective and is really gut wrenching at times.
Somehow, I could identify with him. Not his situations, his locations or his urge to please his dad, or the story as such, but just him as a frail, flawed human being. It can pull at you even though the story viewed in isolation sounds almost predictable, and the characters are so far removed from our lives and settings.
I can't read another heavy book for a while though. I've cried enough in the Kite Runner and the Tamil short story from Katha. ( Will write about it if I can lay my hands on it, I lost the copy I bought)