Why did I love this book?
My friend said this was his favorite book. I thought it sounded lame. “The Name of the Wind?” What kind of poetic garbage is that? Then my cousin also said it was awesome. So reluctantly, I picked it up. The first 100 pages were pretty good. But then BAM - it was officially my favorite book of all time. How did that happen? Magic. Specifically, Rothfuss wrote such incredible detail and realism into the magic system it made me repeatedly try to perform it myself (after which I would become irritated and curse my mundane existence.)
Also, Kvothe. He’s what many would (derogatorily) call a Gary Stu, which is the male counterpart to a Mary Sue (a character that is way better at everything than everyone else and can do no wrong.) Maybe it’s because I never really felt superior in anything growing up, but reading about Kvothe kicking the crap out of life makes me glow inside. The Name of the Wind is the closest thing I’ve found to Hogwarts. And if Rothfuss makes me wait any longer for book three, there will be words. Four-letter ones.