June Book- The Name of the Wind (The Kingkiller Chronicle #1) by Patrick Rothfuss

The Name of the Wind (The Kingkiller Chronicle, #1)

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 brazen yet successful bid to enter a legendary school of magic, and his life as a fugitive after the murder of a king form a gripping coming-of-age story unrivaled in recent literature. A high-action story written with a poet’s hand, The Name of the Wind is a masterpiece that will transport readers into the body and mind of a wizard.

My Take, Why it’s worth a read:
I’m a huge fantasy nerd.  After finishing series like Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, The Inheritance Cycle, The Sword of Truth, and Wheel of Time etc.  I was actively seeking a new series to dig my teeth into.  I came across this book on accident but can’t express how glad I am that I did.  The book has everything a fantasy reader could want: “magic,” myths, an imperfect hero, love, bards, fighting, but most importantly it transports you to another world every time you open its’ pages.  Rothfuss creates an intriguing storyline where anything can happen.  Kvothe’s appeal is in his realism. Though blessed with some incredible talents he still has to fight for everything he achieves.

This book (and series) has a certain amount of reality in it because things don’t unfold how you expect them to.  You don’t ever know how or even if a problem will be solved which keeps you turning the pages quicker than you’d believe  I’ve read two of the3 books and honestly have no idea how the series will end.  Of all the fantasy series I have ever read The KingKiller Chronicle is in my top 3.  My only warning is that the third book isn’t out yet so once you blow through the first two books (and if you like fantasy books, you will) you’ll be stuck just like me, waiting.  But I suppose there are worse problems to have.

Favorite Quote:
“I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I burned down the town of Trebon. I have spent the night with Felurian and left with both my sanity and my life. I was expelled from the University at a younger age than most people are allowed in. I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during day. I have talked to gods, loved women, and written songs that make the minstrels weep. You may have heard of me.”

About the Author:
Patrick Rothfuss was born in Madison, Wisconsin and received his B.S. in English from the University of Wisconsin-Stevens Point in 1999 after spending nine years as an undergraduate exploring various majors such as Chemical Engineering, Clinical Psychology, and others. He contributed to The Pointer, the campus paper and produced a widely-circulated parody warning about the Goodtimes Virus.

He graduated in 1999, received an MA at Washington State, and returned to teach at Stevens Point.  In 2002, he won the Writers of the Future  2002 Second Quarter competition with “The Road to Levinshir”, an excerpt from his then-unpublished novel The Wise Man’s Fear.  Rothfuss subsequently sold the novel to DAW Books.

In August 2012, Rothfuss began a monthly podcast called The Story Board  on fantasy, featuring authors such as Terry Brooks and Brandon Sanderson. The Story Board ran for 8 episodes.

Rothfuss organizes the charity Worldbuilders, which, since 2008, has raised over $2 million for Heifer International a charity which provides livestock, clean water, education and training for communities in the developing world.

Rothfuss’ first novel, The Name of the Wind, was published in 2007. It won a Quill Award (for Science Fiction, Fantasy and Horror) and was listed among Publishers Weekly’s “Books of the Year”.  It also won an Alex Award in 2008. The Wise Man’s Fear was published in 2011 and reached Number 1 on the New York Times Hardback Fiction Best Seller List.


Quote for 6-30-15

People have a hard time letting go of their suffering. Out of a fear of the unknown, they prefer suffering that is familiar.

Thich Nhat Hanh

Quote for 6-29-15

“If, then, I were asked for the most important advice I could give, that which I consider to be the most useful to the men of our century, I should simply say: in the name of God, stop a moment, cease your work, look around you.”

-Leo Tolstoy

TED Tuesday: The art of first impressions — in design and life by Chip Kidd

Book designer Chip Kidd knows all too well how often we judge things by first appearances. In this hilarious, fast-paced talk, he explains the two techniques designers use to communicate instantly — clarity and mystery — and when, why and how they work. He celebrates beautiful, useful pieces of design, skewers less successful work, and shares the thinking behind some of his own iconic book covers.

Life’s Greatest Treasure: Why We Should Value Our Memories


By Megan Mann via Elite Daily

In my short almost 26 years, I have graduated from having minimal fears to having weird fears.

I have the standard ones, like going broke and not being able to pay for my car, letting down people I care about and a handful of other weird, irrational fears.

However, one very real fear of mine is suffering from memory loss.

I am absolutely terrified of developing Alzheimer’s. When my best friend told me her dad was suffering from early stages, I first felt sad for her and her wonderful family.

Then, as I thought about it later that night, I began to think of what it would be like to be going through the disease myself.

I know I would be terrified. My mind is kind of all I have; it’s my best asset. If I didn’t have that anymore, who would I even be?

Granted, there is definitely not a history of it in my family, and it’s unlikely that I’ll develop it, but with emails every other day asking, “Are you at risk? Have you started your exercises?

Download this app NOW to sharpen your mind,” I start to wonder if it’s just going to happen anyway.

How horrible would it be to look at the faces of the ones you love and not recognize them?

To forget where you placed your keys five minutes ago or where you live or your most told stories?

What would it be like to look at a photo and not remember taking it, let alone the location or date? That’s one of my deepest fears, especially as a writer.

When I look around my bedroom, I am surrounded by memories.

There are pictures of my friends, concert ticket stubs, Broadway playbills, Comic-Con badges, chocolate from Austria, a trinket from here, a random bauble from there.

Everything I am surrounded by is attached to a memory, and each person I love is a collection to remind me what I’ve experienced.

Our memories, as clichéd as it sounds, are our greatest treasures.

Without them, we wouldn’t have stories to tell each other. We wouldn’t be able to lose ourselves in a daydream of a vacation behind us, or the promise of a great one ahead in a boring class or tedious workday.

We flip through scrapbooks, click through photo streams and remember all the best parts. Or, we cry for the pain they bring up.

One of my favorite aspects of being a writer is paying attention to detail. I love noticing small idiosyncrasies or the way someone’s hair never stays in place.

When setting up a scene or even just telling a story about something in my life, you need to use as much detail as possible.

What did it smell like? How did it make me feel? Did the heat stick to your skin?

Did the Paris Metro really smell like absolute garbage? (Okay, if I could forget anything, it would be that.)

I detail my personal and travel journals with as much description as possible, so when I go back and read it or allow my future children to see what I did with my life, it would be easy to slip into the memory.

Because it’s not just the memory itself we cling to; we cling to the emotions it evokes and remember how a certain place, person or day made us feel.

We laugh at our own, our friends’ and random people’s stupidity.

We think about how good food tasted, and we complain about how long a line was in the dead of summer.

We swoon when we find a love letter we tucked away and maybe even shed a tear or two.

We remember the time you and your friend jumped into each other mid-air during the Inferi scene in “The Half-Blood Prince.”

Memories are what give our lives meaning. They help us cope when our loved ones leave us, whether unexpectedly or after a long struggle.

They help us get over breakups and spend drunken nights with our friends reminiscing.

They enrich our time spinning webs of people, places and things over the course of our lifetimes.

Protect your treasure chest of sparkling memories, you lovely humans.

Do your Sudoku, read for 15 minutes a day, eat super foods and write it all down.

Try not to fear what may or may not happen, and whatever you do, never let yourself become afraid of making new memories.