Not many people create an entire fantasy series in order to show the life of an ordinary man that has become a legend. The premise of the man behind the legend is really nice, I’ll give Rothfuss that.

But I guess that’s all I can say about it. The dialogue is fluid, when it bothers to even be present and some of the similes are eye-rollingly stupid.

I don’t find it anything special or hypnotic, melodic or poetic. People left and right are praising Patrick Rothfuss’ writing style and calling it beautiful, a work of art. It’s not badly written – badly written is Eragon, because Paolini knew next to nothing about writing because he was a kid. When seeing it as an entity separate from its fandom – and I am honest when I say that rabid fans of this series hold a particular place in my “Things I dislike” list – it has its merits.ġ. Ok before I get into a long rant as to what bothered me about The Name of the Wind, I will say some good things about it. Oh… Wait, that’s right! I won’t ever finish the book because I don’t care about you, Kvothe. Maybe after two more re-reads I’ll have finally finished the book. This time around I manage to add 20 % to my overall read percentage. I did give it a try in 2014 and ended giving up on it at around 35 %. It’s not that I did not complete this book, it’s the fact that I did not make a proper review for it to express just how much I despise the main character. May contain spoilers! Read at your own risk!įor the past year something has been irking me at the back of my mind. I would like to start off my 2017 reading year with a dedication to Name of the Wind‘s main character.

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