This is my attempt to get caught up on reviews. I read this gem in February, jotted down lots of notes for a post, then didn’t write it. So here I go, I guess?
The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss. Where do I even begin?
I was intimidated to pick this book up, honestly. I’d heard great things about it, but the sheer size of this work coupled with hearing about the beautiful writing (I’m more of a plot kind of girl; elaborate language slows me down – as it should, I guess) had me hesitating to give it a shot. But I finally decided to.
And of course, I’m so glad I did.
The Name of the Wind swept me up quickly and didn’t put me down until it was over. I was instantly invested in Kvothe and his story – so curious about his tragedies, his loves, and his learning.
As I’d been told, the writing and the language was absolutely beautiful. Thankfully, though, it wasn’t over the top, it wasn’t frivolous, and it didn’t slow the story down.
However, getting what I expected stopped there. I was thinking this would be more of an epic fantasy where the story starts with some backstory and then the adventure begins. In a way it does, I guess, but in most ways, it really doesn’t. Patrick Rothfuss makes it so much more than that, telling the story of Kvothe’s life (or part of it… book two will give me more, and when the long-awaited book three comes out… YES).
The characters were deep and funny – somehow I was rooting both for and against some of them. Rothfuss’ foreshadowing was downright mean at times (in a good way), making me want to verbally cry out a warning like when you’re watching a horror movie, and they decide to invest that sound. The lore of this world drew me absolutely, and really, I HAVE to know what book two holds. There are so many mysteries to be solved.
This was such a good read for me. I know I’m a little late to the party, but The Name of the Wind really was fabulous.