The Kingkiller Chronicle (day 1)

Limited is the time we have now.. It seems we are forced to pick certain things to do and sacrifice the rest.. it makes me really regret the minutes, the hours and the days that I wasted doing something utterly useless.. who knows, maybe, I’ll regret opening this blog someday..
however, there are certain things that no matter how many times we repeat them, their significance stays the same, and we feel that the time spent was really worth it.. people’s preferences vary of course for these things, but what I really never regret is reading a good book.. one of my worst habits is buying so many books and reading selective ones, and I still have piles of books to read, and I feel guilty sometimes for reading my preferred authors first.. yet, there are times when I just decide to read something for someone unknown to me.. sometimes I regret it, because not every writer knows how to win the attention of his readers, however, there are a few selective ones, who really amaze me for their talent and skill even if it is their first novels.. one of those, is “Patrick Ruthfuss” in his debut first novel “The Name of the Wind”.. as a history and an art fan, I like storytelling, and this book satisfies my passion.. the way the novel started off and the interesting dialogues and the expressive yet not boring descriptions.. this guy is really talented.. and for a first debut fantasy to be of such magnitude.. wow..
I haven’t read novels for quite some time now, too busy reading other stuff, but, this guy caught my eyes, it was recommended by a friend, but when I read the back cover that says:


"I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I burned down the town of Trebon. I have spent the night with Felurian and left with both my sanity and my life. I was expelled from the University at a younger age than most people are allowed in. I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during day. I have talked to Gods, loved women, and written songs that make the minstrels weep.

.. My name is Kvothe... You may have heard of me.."


When u read such lines, You gotta read more..!

p.s. this novel is part of the "kingkiller Chronicle" a series of three days of storytelling.. the Name of the Wind is Day 1..

Comments

Shahoodeh said…
Do you have any idea when the next book is coming out? Bamooooooooooooooooot aba the next book....I loved it..I'm glad u liked it too

I don't think you should regret opening this blog..you have no idea what words, what phrase might touch another person...

You make me miss writing in my own blog...
7 April 2009 at 12:23
The Gray said…
The Wise Man's Fear (day 2 of the chronicle) is supposed to be published on 16th of april 2009.. that means next week..

and well, you should start reviving your own blog.. what's stopping u..??
7 April 2009 at 17:16
Shahoodeh said…
Well, nothing...just laziness..la bs inshalla I'll update it. Already have an entry typed out..just gonna edit it
9 April 2009 at 10:06
The Gray said…
well good luck then.. keep me posted..
9 April 2009 at 13:13
Shahoodeh said…
hey I updated my blog...take a look

http://shahoodeh.blogspot.com/
12 April 2009 at 09:55
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