Several things struck me when I started Name of the Wind : 1. No third book in the series as yet 2. Name of the Wind's subtitle is 'The Kingkiller Chronicle, Day One' and is over 600 pages long, so a pretty long day 3. One of the acknowledgements is to Rothfuss' father, who taught Rothfuss to "take his time and do it right". I went in expecting a pretty detailed story all in all, but boy had I underestimated the meticulousness. I loved that this was a book within a book, Kvothe being in the process of telling his life story to a chronicler, and this adds to the whole mysteriousness of the book because you know the endpoint but need to know all the bits in between, and Rothfuss' perfectionism shines through every single sentence. Sometimes I found this annoying, primarily because of my impatience and incessant need to know more. The biggest flaw, as with most 'classic' fantasy books written by men, is the complete lack of women - which is even brought up by one of the characters halfway through! - and when women do appear they are often reduced to superficial descriptions, and talked about only in terms of their appearances. A lot of Kvothe's interactions with women had me rolling my eyes. That being said, I kept reading; I became invested in Kvothe's story, I was intrigued by the drip-feeding of information, kept on my toes with all the intricacies of the story, dutifully getting swept up in a particular storyline and almost forgetting the wider context, only to excitedly remember and want to know more. I'm not sure if I'll be quick to move onto the second instalment, especially considering there isn't even a release date for the third, but I don't imagine it'll be long before I find the pull of Kvothe's story irresistable.