Also by this author: The Name of the Wind
Series: The Kingkiller Chronicles #1
Also in this series: The Name of the Wind
Published by Penguin on 2007-03-27
Genres: Fantasy, Fiction, General
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The riveting first-person narrative of a young man who grows to be the most notorious magician his world has ever seen. From his childhood in a troupe of traveling players, to years spent as a near-feral orphan in a crime- ridden city, to his daringly brazen yet successful bid to enter a legendary school of magic, The Name of the Wind is a masterpiece that transports readers into the body and mind of a wizard. It is a high-action novel written with a poet's hand, a powerful coming-of-age story of a magically gifted young man, told through his eyes: to read this book is to be the hero.
The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss left me starving. I want more of Rothfuss, that is how fantastic this book was. Fantasy fans, it is time to set your cookie cutter LOTR knock-offs aside and breath in some fresh air. Throughout the book, Rothfuss describes a drug known as denner resin which seems to have the addictive quality of crack – complete with crack heads. Well, the Name of the Wind is as addictive as denner.
For a ginger, Kvothe (our main character), isn’t half bad. The Name of the Wind is Kvothe’s tale. It spans Kvothe’s formative years. For those of us who like our characters to be well-developed, this is the book to read. Kvothe definately feels like a real person for me, and I absolutely love how I didn’t always know exactly what he was going to do.
I loved that this book wasn’t predictable. I couldn’t guess the ending. The back description had me making assumptions which I was pleased to discover were wrong.
Perhaps my favorite thing about this book were the emotions it wrought in me. There were parts where I felt as though someone were squeezing my heart, you know that feeling where your chest gets all tight with foreboding. Then something bad happens and things fall to pieces, your heart falls to pieces, this happened to me on several occasions. However, I also smiled quite a bit at some parts. Rothfuss is a man after my own heart with his descriptions of the University bar scene, it was definitely something I could relate to. I loved how witty this book was at certain parts, especially during a certain ballad.
To be honest, I can’t wait to re-enter Kvothe’s world. The Wise Man’s Fear isn’t in print yet, I don’t even think it has a release day yet, which is fine. As the saying goes, good things come to those who wait, and with the way Rothfuss writes, I am willing to be patient.