Sympathy for the Naming

My blog post title isn't as clever as I'd like it to be.

Over this weekend, I finished The Wise Man's Fear.

I'm still in a sort of haze of happy from it.

That was a damn fine book!

I find myself riveted to the tales of Kvothe's life and trials.

I can't for the life of me figure out how he plans to conclude this story in a third novel.

I can't for the life of me figure out how I'm going to wait three or four more years for him to write and publish the next one.

I feel like a crack addict going through withdrawal.