Rothfuss is an author of lyrical prose and juxtaposed concepts. He likes to describe things in threes, be they adjectives or verbs. He has a way of glancing sideways at emotions that can cause the meaning to circle back and smack the reader in the back of the head a few paragraphs later. And his characters are almost always more and different than they seem.
This book is a love it or hate it kind of a story. It has things with names and days with attitudes. It has a main character who is broken and very self-aware, who lives in the broken place with broken things. And there are things that are not broken, but simply misplaced.
I enjoyed this story for what it was: a window into a world only hinted in the main story. I didn't find the story all that deep or meaningful, but I found it comforting. Pages 144-145 rang like a bell. And the implications at the end were... savory on my mental tongue. And I really enjoyed the author's afterward.
I recommend, if you choose to read this book at all, that you find a time and a space when you are slow and quiet and have the time to hear the words echo in your head. This is not a book to be rushed or sampled. Devote the entire book to one time, or vice versa.
Books for 2014