It’s like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.
Over the years, more than one person has recommended that I read The Name of the Wind. I actually added it to my TBR back in 2013! Sorry that I didn’t take anybody’s recommendation seriously until recently. Also sorry to Daniel that he had to tell me like 8,000 times to pick up this book before I actually did it. It’s just so big. But I did it.
Also, this is where I say something along the lines of “I hate every book that I pick out for myself but somehow love every book that Daniel ever recommends to me.” I feel like this is happening more and more frequently and maybe I should just let him pick out every book that I read.
Anyway. This book was very good.
I love Kvothe. I’m not even exaggerating. I might actually be in love with this fictional character. He’s such a good guy and he’s been through so much and how do I even put into words how much I love him. Just… imagine me sitting on my couch and incoherently mumbling about how much I love him. That was me for a good hour after I finished this book.
Aside from my total and complete adoration of Kvothe, I’m not really sure what I can say in my review. Maybe that the book is very well-written? Maybe that pretty much every character was great? (Except Ambrose, I hated Ambrose.) Maybe that I wish I could actually listen to Kvothe play his lute and sing a song? (There I go again about how much I love Kvothe…)
Honestly, I’m not even sure what I can say about this book that would do it justice, so please just take my word for it and read it if you haven’t.
Have you read The Name of the Wind? Do you love Kvothe as much as I do?
Let’s talk in the comments!