Very rarely does a book come along that rivals the likes of Lord of the Rings. Patrick Rothfuss’ “The Name of the Wind” is just that sort of book.
It is the story of Qvothe, a seemingly simple innkeeper in an unassuming small village. One day a strange comes knocking at his door and he is compelled to tell his life’s journey. It is one that is captivating and unforgettable.
The richness of the settings, the emotions of Qvothe’s experiences, not only transport you to Rothfuss’ world, they impart his world into you. His writing is clean and unpretentious. You forget you are reading a book. You are living his life.
I am reticent to divulge any specific details of the plot. I do not want to spoil it. It is story you must embrace from the very beginning. Suffice it say it is parts Dickens, Tolkien, and Rowling–while avoiding the derivative pitfalls in which many writers fall.
“The Name of the Wind” is the first part of the “Kingkiller Chronicles”; the rest of which has not yet been released. I can say I am one of many eager to read the next installment (slated for 2011). Pick up this book and you will be as well.