A wonderful journey into Rothfuss' world.
As part two of a three part series covering three days (one book per day), the tone and story continues brilliantly onwards from book one (which I read mid-2019).
The characters, their quirks and more importantly to me, the beautiful prose of the book came right back to life.
The book clocks in at a 1,000 pages, and though by my standard that's a (very) long book, quite often I found myself happy that I was still inside the tale and that I still had a long way to go before it would end (and I knew that the current decade wait for book three could well draw longer so I wasn't so eager to finish the book!).
For me, the enjoyment was in the storytelling and being whisked away into the world completely. I honestly did find the amount of sex in the book kind of over the top. I can buy that Kvothe is a legend character and one part of that is perhaps he has a reputation with women, but I'm not wholely sure I needed the many-month-long shagathon story when Kvothe is away with the faeries…
Still, even with this, I found myself wanting to stay in the world for as long as I could.
The very ending, like the last few pages of The Name of the Wind did surprise me a left me a little confused, but I like to think that one day The Doors of Stone will answer some of those questions…
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"I think things are usually bad one way or another," he said. "It might be that only us older folk can see it."
if I didn't have a talent for making enemies and borrowing trouble.
"Fault isn't the issue. A tree doesn't make a thunderstorm, but any fool knows where lightning's going to strike."
These were bad memories, but over the years I had brought them out and handled them so often there was hardly a sharp edge left to them.
Telling a joke faster doesn't make it funnier. As with many things, hesitation is better than hurry.
"I don't know how they do it in Rannish," Carter said to the boy. "But round here there's a reason we call it a tumble."
Clothes do not make the man, but you need the proper costume if you want to play the part.
He barely even owned his own name, and even that had been worn thin and threadbare through the years.
After a moment's consideration, I decided lounging was probably similar to relaxing, but with more money in your pocket.
Pride is always a better lever against the nobility than reason.
"There are no certainties in this, your grace. Only hopes. That is the best one I can give you."
"There are so many men, all endlessly attempting to sweep me off my feet. And there is one of you, trying just the opposite. Making sure my feet are firm beneath me, lest I fall."
I ate her with my eyes, knowing all the songs and stories I had heard were nothing.
a muffled hush that almost makes less noise than no noise at all.
She shook her head. "no calling of names here. I will not speak of that one, though he is shut beyond the doors of stone."
"A story is like a nut," Vashet said. "A fool will swallow it whole and choke. A fool will throw it away, thinking it of little worth." She smiled. "But a wise woman finds a way to crack the shell and eat the meat inside."
Others I've read in the "The Kingkiller Chronicle" series: