The New York Times bestselling novel.
This is the riveting first-person narrative of Kvothe, a young man who grows to be one of the most notorious magicians 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-riddled 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.
We all have friends such as Allison, Misty, and April who push books on us. When my book-pushing friends manage turn out to be right, I am so thankful for them. Not only is The Name of the Wind a great fantasy story that kicks off what promises to be an amazing trilogy, it is the most beautifully written book I read in 2011.
The Name of the Wind is a book that takes patience and curiosity to start. Rothfuss doesn’t give the reader all of the details right away, but starts off the novel in an anecdotal fashion. As I read, I found myself trying to figuring out how all of stories Kvothe was telling fit together.
Given how brilliant The Name of the Wind was, I know that by the time the Kingkiller Chronicle ends, every plot thread is going to come together in a mind-blowing, heartbreaking, and stunning way.
Rothfuss is a seriously brilliant writer. Yes, every sentence of his prose is beautiful and emotional. However, everything in his world from the magic in the novel to the Chandrian is really original.
As I turned the final pages of The Name of the Wind, I immediately wanted more. Good thing I already have Wise Man’s Fear waiting on my shelf. The Name of the Wind is an amazing fantasy novel, and after getting a little bit of Patrick Rothfuss in my life, I’m eager to read anything he writes.
Disclosure: I purchased a copy of this book.