The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss
On Greg and Michelle’s recommendations, I read The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss (check out his blog) a few weeks ago.
It’s the best book I’ve read in a long while. Unnameably good. For realies.
So good, in fact, that I left my living room, walked the mile to Borders on the 17th to see the author in person at a book reading/signing. So good that I “fanned” him on Facebook. So good that I’m actually blogging for once.
If I were stranded on a desert island and could only have one book with me (that’s a choice I get to make before getting stranded? that’s stupid), I would take a frisbee instead just to spite all those ego-hungry authors begging me to take their books. But I’d really think long and hard about The Name of the Wind first.
Pat is totally cool. He has professed undying love for Joss Whedon, Neil Gaiman, and Jamba Juice (not necessarily in that order) and signed Greg’s book for me with just that little extra something.
Dear Greg,
I will cut you open and dance in your entrails.
Love Pat <3 xxoo
Now, if only I could get him (and his publisher?) off Blogger and onto WordPress. Hell, I could probably swing him a VIP on WordPress.com.
