Lovin' the tree corpse

Yesterday I received my copy of The Wise Man's Fear by the glorious god of writing known as Patrick Rothfuss.

Nine-hundred and ninety-four pages of Rothfussy goodness.

Nearly a thousand pages of prose from someone who has only published one other book that quickly made it into my top three favorite novels list.

I'm 290 pages in so far. It has not disappointed in the least.

It was all I could do to come into work today instead of call in "sick" and stay in bed reading.

I haven't been this happy about having a book handy since... um...

Hm.

I'll get back to you on that.