It took me a long time to even begin this book because it’s has more pages than I would normally go for. This one is around 700 pages and I was fortunate to find the audiobook at the library too. It is a rare book when you want can’t put it down and your life stops because of it. It came to the point that I was reading the book and when I could not, listening to the audiobook, because I could not bear to have real life intrude. If it’s not the mark of a good book I don’t know what is.
The way the book was separated was clever in the sense that Kvothe would tell his life story to the Chronicler. The story narrative would go back and forth between the inn and Kvothe’s life. Whenever there was an interruption, I was waiting with bathed breath to know more. Kvothe takes you along for the ride on his epic story, from the hopes and fancies of a young boy to numerous tragedies. I have read few dark fantasy books but this one is a keeper.
Kvothe will tell his story in three days and the Name of the Wind is account of the first day. I am fortunate enough that the second book is already published because otherwise it would be pure torture to wait for the rest of the story.