Tuesday, December 31, 2019

Book Review: The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss

I've read The Name of the Wind several times already and enjoy it immensely. However, at work several of my colleagues have been reading it or chatting about it, so I figured I'd remind myself of the story and, since I never wrote a review here since my reading predated my blog, this is also a good opportunity to write up my thoughts on it.
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.

Read on for my spoiler-free review.