Today’s review: The Name of the Wind, Patrick Rothfuss – The first book in a series. My friend Steve introduced me to this book on my birthday. I was on my way out of town for a business conference in New Orleans, and he promised me this mammoth of a fantasy novel would keep me company.
Little did he know the first thing I’d do upon returning to Portland was break my L1 vertebrae, and this book stayed alongside me with every intravenous injection of morphine during my hospital stay.
The beginning of The Name of the Wind is a bit slow, but it quickly picks up. Patrick Rothfuss carefully balances the larger-than-life character Kvothe somewhere between an arrogant prick and a lovable hero. There are, of course, pieces of this story plainly borrowed from others; “naming,” for example, is direct-to-video from the Earthsea books. The University couldn’t feel more like Harry Potter if it tried, complete with Draco Malf—er, Ambrose.
I have to admit these are some of the very features that endear us to Kvothe’s story. His ego is earned: he’s clever, crass, and quick to act a part when he finds it necessary.
Whether you are a fantasy lover or not, this book will carry you from start to finish without so much as a bathroom break.
This book gets: ♥♥♥♥♥ out of 5
(Looking forward to the sequel! Hint hint, Steve.)