I'm of two minds about this book, which is a novella set in the same world as the first two books in the Kingkiller Chronicles. On the one hand, it seems kind of self-serving - Auri is one of the author's favorite characters from said chronicles, and there isn't much of a plot here. As some have ...
Amazing illustrations, smart story structure that makes the second read through all the better. This is a children's book for adults with a dark sense of humor and it was right up my alley. I'm about to start the second book and only hope that more are to come. Perhaps the greatest part of the bo...
A very enjoyable book that does well at comedy too! (Not for young kids) What a horrible, awful little child. Avoid the third ending. Its teeth are yellow and rotted.
When the title says slow regard, believe it as one hundred fifty pages are spent following Auri’s activities over the course of a week without much of a storyline to draw it all together. Although Auri’s character has a certain charm, reading about her finding just the right location for objects ...
Okey i just realized something and i need to write it down sorry folks.And sorry for my grammar. Im just learning english.After reading somewhere if maybe in reality Kvothe is Taborling. And all the tales about Taborlin are profecys, and in reality its about Kvothe.Let me gather the proofs. But b...
Well, where do I begin? Most reviews of this book state it's longer than the first one, but the twist isn't as good, and you know what? That's pretty spot on. The first book will take you about 5 minutes to read, and has a surprising twist, that makes since if you read it again. This book will ta...
Told in Kvothe's own voice, this is the tale of the magically gifted young man who grows to be the most notorious wizard his world has ever seen. The intimate narrative of his childhood in a troupe of traveling players, his years spent as a near-feral orphan in a crime-ridden city, his daringly...
And though my fingers itched for it, I did not bring out my lute that night and fill my small corner of the school with music. I even went so far as to slide my lute case underneath my bed, lest the mere sight of it fill the school with rumor. For several days I did little but study under Vashet....
Foxen felt it too and fairly burst with light when she first wetted him. It was a waxing day. A day for making. She laughed at that before she even left her bed. The day had come too late, but she could hardly care. Her soap was sweet as any ever was. Besides, there was a dignity to doing things ...