This is, by far, my favorite book. Once I read that if a book doesn't deserve a second reading, then neither deserved the first one, and I read this book many times, because it deserved, and I'm sure I'll read it again many times in the future. One of the things I love most about The Name of the Wind is that no matter how many times I read it, the story always catchs me like the first time, even though I know what will happen, I find myself lost in its pages, eager to continue reading, unable to leave Patrick Rothfuss world.
“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.”
So begins the tale of Kvothe—from his childhood in a troupe of traveling players, to years spent as a near-feral orphan in a crime-riddled city, to his daringly brazen yet successful bid to enter a difficult and dangerous school of magic. In these pages you will come to know Kvothe as a notorious magician, an accomplished thief, a masterful musician, and an infamous assassin. But The Name of the Wind is so much more—for the story it tells reveals the truth behind Kvothe's legend.
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