The Name of the Wind (Kingkiller Chronicle, Book One) by Patrick Rothfuss
Penguin Random House
Paperback
*ADAM’S PICK!*
There’s a blurb on the back of this book that says, “shelve The Name of the Wind beside The Lord of the Rings...and look forward to the day when it’s mentioned in the same breath, perhaps as first among equals,” and to be honest with you, I don’t think there’s any higher praise that a book could receive. So when I tell you that I was extremely skeptical of that remark and that my skepticism was utterly destroyed by this book, I do not do so lightly. I don’t think there’s ever going to be a book that is truly the equal of LotR, but I will say that I see where that blurb is coming from. I’m way more excited for the next installment of this series than I am about the next Song of Ice and Fire book. Patrick Rothfuss has given us a fantasy series that really does everything right. In its characters, setting, plot, and writing style, The Name of the Wind leaves very very little to be desired.
My name is Kvothe.
I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I burned down the town of Trebon. I have spent the night with Felurian and left with both my sanity and my life. I was expelled from the University at a younger age than most people are allowed in. I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during day. I have talked to Gods, loved women, and written songs that make the minstrels weep.
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.
Penguin Random House
Paperback
*ADAM’S PICK!*
There’s a blurb on the back of this book that says, “shelve The Name of the Wind beside The Lord of the Rings...and look forward to the day when it’s mentioned in the same breath, perhaps as first among equals,” and to be honest with you, I don’t think there’s any higher praise that a book could receive. So when I tell you that I was extremely skeptical of that remark and that my skepticism was utterly destroyed by this book, I do not do so lightly. I don’t think there’s ever going to be a book that is truly the equal of LotR, but I will say that I see where that blurb is coming from. I’m way more excited for the next installment of this series than I am about the next Song of Ice and Fire book. Patrick Rothfuss has given us a fantasy series that really does everything right. In its characters, setting, plot, and writing style, The Name of the Wind leaves very very little to be desired.
My name is Kvothe.
I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I burned down the town of Trebon. I have spent the night with Felurian and left with both my sanity and my life. I was expelled from the University at a younger age than most people are allowed in. I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during day. I have talked to Gods, loved women, and written songs that make the minstrels weep.
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.
Penguin Random House
Paperback
*ADAM’S PICK!*
There’s a blurb on the back of this book that says, “shelve The Name of the Wind beside The Lord of the Rings...and look forward to the day when it’s mentioned in the same breath, perhaps as first among equals,” and to be honest with you, I don’t think there’s any higher praise that a book could receive. So when I tell you that I was extremely skeptical of that remark and that my skepticism was utterly destroyed by this book, I do not do so lightly. I don’t think there’s ever going to be a book that is truly the equal of LotR, but I will say that I see where that blurb is coming from. I’m way more excited for the next installment of this series than I am about the next Song of Ice and Fire book. Patrick Rothfuss has given us a fantasy series that really does everything right. In its characters, setting, plot, and writing style, The Name of the Wind leaves very very little to be desired.
My name is Kvothe.
I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I burned down the town of Trebon. I have spent the night with Felurian and left with both my sanity and my life. I was expelled from the University at a younger age than most people are allowed in. I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during day. I have talked to Gods, loved women, and written songs that make the minstrels weep.
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.