Book Review: ' The Name Of The Wind '

One of the most beautiful book ever written in terms of literal writing.

As the book itself pronounced.
'Using words to talk of words is like using a pencil to draw a picture of itself, on itself. Impossible. Confusing. Frustrating.' Likewise, using words to describe the utmost beauty of this story will never be justified. It'd be void.

Still, If words be gracious enough to allow me, the story is about a man called 'Kvothe' and plays to how he is in the position and situation that he is in. He recalls his past events to a chronicler and the first volume 'The name of the wind' is that part of the epic tale that he tells in day one. Though a flawless character. Which is always a bad business in my opinion.

But most importantly, speaking of it's words and it's torrent of incredible philosophies and how the author stitched the patches of the subtly-crafted story together into one garment for us. A fine garment, indeed, is unmatchable. This book has one the most amazing writing style I've ever witnessed. It's just immensely and extraordinarily beautiful with it's details. Writing that sends cold shivers down your body and can make you warm and wet on the eyes. I'm irrevocably and phenominally in love with patrick rothfuss's writing style. His way of shadowing and displaying, Undoubtedly, is one of the best in terms of describing a tale.This book holds a very special place in my heart. But would these words ever do justice to define, how one actually is, they are directed towards? No, I believe, in terms of love, they never will.

It took the author 7 years to write this book, him editing and revising it endless times. Touching on the smallest of details till it was like a river stone, smoothed until its like glass.