It was certainly an enjoyable reading experience. The main and side characters are all lovely (maybe except for that Ambrose) and I must confess I was in love with Fela (I hate you, Denna, ahah!). Kvothe, with the help of the Chronicler, has lots and lots of stories to tell, all dense, some of them lovely, some of them quite sad.

Patrick Rothfuss has a beautiful prose, what made me feel hooked since the beginning. It's not a five star book to me because of the "excess" of the magic system. I know it's because of the writer's background and I know there are lots of fantasy fans who loves these articulated magic systems, but I think there is something wrong when you're having Chemistry classes in a Fantasy book. Not because I find it boring (that's me; I respect those ones who likes it and I admire a lot Patrick Rothfuss), but because it tries to make a fantastic world/reality more cartesian and rational such as ours, inputing a way of seeing the world that is quite particular to our one, with artificial rules and abstract laws of understanding/comprehending the Reality (or realities, if I may tease you).

Also, the boundaries that defines Fantasy and Science Fiction are quite well known because of the scientific approach and, well, I'm not reading a Sci Fi book... Thinking about Todorov's words on this, I find it quite problematic, especially when the reader are not becoming amazed, sometimes shocked and entangled with the Fantastic. What is and where is the Fantastic after all?

Despite this review (which I find pivotal, if not harsh, when discussing the Fantastic), I did have a great time reading this book. I found myself singing the songs all the way! I already bought the sequel, anxious to read it. Well done, Patrick!