At some point late last fall, I was anticipating having some time to spend with my Kindle, so I bought Patrick Rothfuss's The Name of the Wind
As usual with me, I am about 10 years behind the times, as this book came out some time ago.
But I was looking for a page-turner (is it fair to say that, when you are reading an e-book on an e-reader?)
At any rate, I turned the pages.
And kept turning them (there are a lot of pages...).
And I turned them all the way until the end.
Which is not always the case with me, and a book. I have too little time and too many distractions, and many is the book that I nobly start yet do not finish.
Rothfuss's style appealed to me, because he knows how to take his time with his story. Sometimes books rush along, hurrying to force the tale to be told, cramming adventures and villains and escapades willy-nilly into every page.
But Rothfuss is trying to tell the story of a boy growing up (even though that boy may become a mighty wizard).
And, as every boy knows (and surely, every girl as well), growing up takes its own time, and proceeds on its own schedule.
So, the long and short of it is: I enjoyed The Name of the Wind, and felt it lived up to my expectations.
Rothfuss has written a sequel, and promises that he will complete his story.
When the time comes.
And, down the road, when I find that I again have some time with my Kindle, I expect that I will continue reading Rothfuss, moving on to The Wise Man's Fear.
And see how I like turning those pages.