Lipstick in Afghanistan doesn’t make any pretense of being factual and it’s a darn good thing. The back cover promises it is “inspired by experiences as a nurse in third world war zones.” I can’t remember when I read a more heavy-handed book. It’s almost as if (wait for it…) the author colored all the Key Symbols in with bright red lipstick. Like, for example, well, lipstick. Lipstick is Female Connection and Beauty and Freedom in an Oppressive-to-Women World. Lipstick, all that? Really? Oh my.The Poignant Moments seem painted in lipstick, too. The American soldier sneaking in to make love to our main character in…a burkah? No one noticed that the soldier, described as magnificently tall with blazing blue eyes, is taller than, say the average tiny Afghan woman in a burkah? And the lovemaking is really going to be all-that with our main character taking a bath only every third day, a main character who occasionally finds a deadly scorpion in her bed? And, most unbelievable of all, is our main character and her Afghan friend traveling to a nearby village to check out whether or not a school should be built there. No one bothered to ask the American soldiers (or probably anyone else in a hundred-mile radius) whether the Taliban were located there. Boom. Boom. Our Afghan friend is gone, along with the heroic American soldier (husband and father of two, eagerly awaiting his return home in two months!) attempting to rescue her. (By the way, I am giving nothing away. Believe you me, I am saving you hours of agony reading this book.)
