The third book of a series I enjoyed the first two volumes in. A harder read than the other three books I read in the last two weeks.
I'm not really sure what to say about this one. It was dark and violent. Harsh.
Certainly an interesting world. Several good, solid characters. No worries of a vague or wandering plot here.
Definitely worth the read (of the whole series; book four isn't out yet), though many could find it disturbing.
Far better than anything I've written, but I don't seem to have complained about anything, so I guess that should be obvious.
I read these two back to back, books two and three of a series. So in my mind they are actually one book now.
Touchstone, the first novel in the series, was good. Essentially the main characters, two of whom the books are written in the perspective of, are part of a travelling magical theatre troup. They achieve rock-star status in their world.
While these sequels held my interest and I enjoyed them, the plot seemed lost. I mean, you are given a very strong sense of where the story is going (one character has visions of possible futures) but these two novels just feel like a series of events that are happening between the first and last books. There is at least one more. I suppose that's common with books that are part of a series, that some books don't feel complete on their own.
They are very well written novels, with relatable characters and a immersing world. It's just that in my opinion they are too focused on what might happen instead of what is happening. Except when drudging through the lives of the characters while every once and a while there is a hint of actual plot progression shining through. Great to read, but once I reached the end I was left thinking "really? You ended it here?"
I wonder if the next book is published yet. I think the excerpt at the end said "coming in 2015", so probably. Should probably look into it. Actually, the next two books are already out.
Still better than anything I've ever written, and I would recommend reading the series.
I had heard of Patric Rothfuss' work recently. Visiting a friend, I saw The Name of the Wind sitting on her kitchen table, and mentioned it. She said a friend of hers once challenged her to read the first page and put the book down. She couldn't do it, so she said the same to me, pointing out that she had picked that particular copy used for one dollar to do do just that. The book looks well-read, and I wondered why I hadn't come across it as it looked old. It was just this copy. Inside I found the copyright stating 2008, which means it's new enough I don't feel bad.
The book itself: A few very interesting chapters in third person, but most of the book is essentially one character dictating an autobiography, meaning most of the book is told in the first person and I would have enjoyed it more if it were a stand-alone instead of the first in a trilogy. That the third book still isn't published means I'm not in a rush to pick up the second, the name of which I've forgotten again.
I didn't like the switching from third to first person and back and forth a few times. It kinda worked because of what the story was, but it was a bit awkward for me. I wanted to read about the 'present' of the story, not the past. The past had several very interesting parts, but in my (uneducated?) opinion, it would have worked better as a series of short stories.
I did, however, enjoy the book. The world is well built. The characters are interesting. A plot is at least suggested, but until I read other two books, I can't say that for certain. The way the magic in the world works is fairly unique in comparison to all the other fantasy novels I've read. There aren't many similarities coming to mind, actually.
If it had been me? I would have left out most of the 'present' scenes, only keeping the prologue and epilogue. I may very well have written the 'present' storyline separate and just said that he told the story. But I didn't write it, I didn't edit it. I was not involved in any way; I'm just one of many readers.
And it's better than anything I've ever written.