I started Patrick Rothfuss' The Name of the Wind on Monday during my flight home after Thanksgiving vacation. I couldn't set it down. Not while I waited for my luggage, not during the ride from the airport. Not until 3:30 AM on Tuesday morning, so close to the end, but I had to sleep so I could work on Tuesday. And as soon as I got home Tuesday night I picked it up again and read until it was finished.
Come pick up a copy today. I know you'll find it just as entrancing.
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