"It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die."
If you're like me, you enjoy picking up new books to read. And if you're as lucky as I am, you have friends who get you said new books from time to time. Rothfuss' The Name of the Wind was a birthday gift, but I gobbled it up in a number of days. The story of a young boy who is determined to do just about everything to be able to control and bend magic to his will - but who somehow, somewhere along the way, misses the correct turn and ends up tending bar in the middle of nowhere is definitely one to read. I mean, magic, mystery, a hint of romance? What could be better?
Other than book three in the series. Obviously.
You may have heard of me ... So begins a tale unequaled in fantasy literature - the story of a hero told in his own voice. It is a tale of sorrow, a tale of survival, a tale of one man's search for meaning in his universe, and how that search, and the indomitable will that drove it, gave birth to a legend.
(from book jacket)
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