I finally finished The Wise Man’s Fear by Patrick Rothfuss yesterday! It took nearly a year!
Of course, I wasn’t reading it constantly nor consistently nor regularly, and I read many other books as well. I devoured the first book in the series, Name of the Wind, in just one week, but that was while on vacation at the beginning of last March. My husband bought the two books when the second was published so he could read the second, and he suggested I might like them. I am a Harry Potter fan and this story has been called a mix of Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, and something else I forget, so he was right.
Perhaps I felt less compelled to hurry through Wise Man’s Fear, knowing that this is a trilogy, and part 3 may not be available for years, considering there were several years between the first two books. It’s not a quick read in any case, at 994 pages. It’s a meandering story too. I am very interested in it, but it doesn’t grip me like some other books, making it easier to set it down and not get around to picking it up again for a long time.
Reading it so slowly has made it easy to forget details of the story. At least I expect I have plenty of time to reread both of the books before the third book is published. I’m looking forward to it, because I really do like the story.