The Love of a Good Book

I just finished the most wonderful book, The Name of the Wind, by Patrick Rothfuss. I came across the author originally through a twitter post by Neil Gaiman about a fundraiser he was doing...I think...maybe it was a blog post...either way I found the fundraiser, thought it was cool and ended up donating. I tooled around the site a bit and thought I might like to check out his book, but ended up putting that thought on the back burner as I was reading other things and couldn't really afford a new book purchase.

Fast forward to about a week ago when I found myself at the library with a friend. I'd thought I'd look up to see if they had the book and lo and behold they did. In hardcover. And it was huge. I don't have it with me now, but I think it's somewhere in the 600-800 page range. A bit daunted I picked it up anyway and lugged it home. I started it a few days later and couldn't put it down. I loved it. I had forgotten how much I love fantasy stories. Good ones at least. One of my top favorites, the Belgariad series by David Eddings, I've probably read through at least 3-4 times. The exciting and slightly sad part is that The Name of the Wind is just the first of three books for this series (YAY!) but the rest aren't out yet (sad). But true genious takes time. And as Mr. Rothfuss has very nicely explained in a post about a year ago he is simply a man trying to write a good story. And I am not one to ever rush a good story. So, please Mr. Rothfuss, take your time. Please create a wonderful tale. I'll be here to read it whenever it's ready.

Another fun fact about the author is he lives in northern Wisconsin. And that just makes me all warm and tingly inside. I love that his upcoming visits include Waunakee, WI, a place that outside of the friends I know from there, I wasn't sure anyone had ever heard of.