I know I am late to the party on this one, but I am glad I finally made it. I got The Name Of The Wind for my birthday this year and I am blown away.
Sit quietly and listen while Kvothe, a man of many names and titles, tells the story of his life to a scribe. Kvothe is hiding in an inn, with a bounty on his head, when a scribe identifies him and convinces him to relate his colorful past.
I don’t know where to start with this one. This book is, quite simply, one of the best books I have ever read. I don’t want to go all the way and say it is The Best, but I can’t think of a better one.
Patrick Rothfuss has crafted a masterpiece of singular beauty.
The characters were wonderful, engaging and interesting.
The story is interesting, moves along at a good pace (I barely noticed the 600-odd pages of the book as they slid by), and keeps me asking questions.
Best of all, for me, is the lyrical prose. Oh, the prose!
There were moments of exquisite beauty in the way Rothfuss sculpts his words and it is a pleasure to have read a book as gloriously written. Seriously. We’re talking choir of angels singing over your shoulder as you read it. Magnificent!
Um, I can’t think of anything. Sorry.
The Bottom Line
If you haven’t already read The Name Of The Wind, do so now. Stop what you are doing and read it.
If you have, read it again. I will.