A while back I was recommended this book by my husband, who was recommended it by his best friend, who was recommended it by his friend. It's that kind of book, that gets passed on and on, and for good reason. 
 Then I went on, before picking it up, to watch The Story Board, a video series held on the Geek and Sundry channel of YouTube. The Story Board is led by Patrick Rothfuss and is one I tune into every month. I recommend it to any working and aspiring writer. I was quite captivated whenever Patrick would speak in the videos. He bled intelligence, humor and wit. 
 So I decided to use this book as my book club pick for our family. It's one of those books where I went in expecting to like it but I walked away in love with it, immersed it in. 
 I am in awe. I felt suspended reading this, like I took one giant breath and held it from beginning to end. Which is crazy because, in hindsight, it's just a story about a man, plain and simple. Or is it plain and simple? It's more honest and eloquent. It's beautiful, this story. It's the type of writing we need more of. 
 I don't know if I could begin to describe this book but I will repeat what my mother said about the author and that is, Patrick isn't an author, he's a storyteller. There is a difference. A storyteller is the more memorable of the two, the one who knows how to pace a story, how and when to express what and where. 
 Every word in this book is placed for a reason. Every action meticulous and meaningful. It's no wonder Patrick has been writing this since 1994 and why he made part of his dedication to his father saying, "And to my father, who taught me that if I was going to do something, I should take my time and do it right." 
 I haven't been reading for a long time, just the past few years did I really fall in love with reading and writing, but Rothfuss is now on my list of favorite authors. I desperately wanted to know what happened next, even if I was tired or hungry, but at the same time I didn't want it to end. The book itself exhausted me, and not because of its length, because I felt I was in it. That I was going along with him with every stab, stumble and poke. I cringed, I ached, I loved. I truly don't know how to capture my awe of this story and its storyteller.