Title: The Name of the WindGenre: Epic Fantasy
Awards: Quill Awards (2007), Best Book of the Year (2007) Publisher's Weekly, Alex Award (2008)
Rating: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Review:
A memory of a book never fades if
it’s good but sometimes good memories are just temporary and thus leave you
eventually. It’s been 8 months since I finished reading Patrick Rothfuss’ Kingkiller
Chronicle( The Name of the Wind). Honestly, my initial reaction and feeling for
this book are still the same from the moment I finished this book.
The story starts with Kote as an
innkeeper but as Chronicle appeared in the story, Kote revealed himself as the
famous Kvothe. And there he starts to share his story with the Chronicle.
Kvothe has been a member of
troupe, specifically called Edema Ruh, who moves from place to place. Though he
was just a Ruh, he is taught to use sympathy, wizards’ magical talent, by an
Arcanist friend. Unfortunately, one night, his family has been murdered. He has
seen before his eyes the murderers and realizes that they are the mythical
people who are called Chandrian.
Left with no family, he has lived
in the streets with thieves; learning the thievery with them. Prioritizing his
main goal, he uses his cleverness to enroll to the University but with purpose
of knowing more the Chandrian and eventually plan to hunt and kill them.
I was hearing so much rave about
this book but didn't take the bite to read it until majority of Blood Song
readers I know claim that the latter has similarity with this book. It is
obvious that I was so obsessed with Blood Song and that it’s apparently the
reason that led me to reading this.
I must admit that I didn’t
immediately get into this book until Kvothe as a kid appeared in the book. No doubt,
Patrick Rothfuss is a great story teller. The story of Kvothe is narrated by
Kote himself. It is one of those proses that likely used during bedtime. Others
might have stayed awake while reading but not me. My problem with his writing
style is no matter how intense the emotion of his story is, it still gets me
sleepy and rather just dream about its instead.
However, what makes me awake is
my enthusiasm to know as to how the clever Kvothe turned to Kote – a man who is
silently waiting his death. Furthermore, the story promises a rich and
beautiful story ahead which I am doubtless I’ll be reading its successors.
Lastly, I recommend The name of the Wind because story
wise, you’ll never regret reading it as it is presently one of the highly
acclaimed Epic Fantasy books to date in the market.
