The Wise Man’s Fear by Patrick Rothfuss

11510533Novel: The Wise Man’s Fear by Patrick Rothfuss | Goodreads
Release Date: March 1, 2011
Publisher: DAW (Penguin Group)
Format: Paperback
Source: Bought
Rating: 4.25 stars

In The Wise Man’s Fear, Kvothe searches for answers, attempting to uncover the truth about the mysterious Amyr, the Chandrian, and the death of his parents. Along the way, Kvothe is put on trial by the legendary Adem mercenaries, forced to reclaim the honor of his family, and travels into the Fae realm. There he meets Felurian, the faerie woman no man can resist, and who no man has ever survived…until Kvothe. Now, Kvothe takes his first steps on the path of the hero and learns how difficult life can be when a man becomes a legend in his own time.

Overall, I thought The Wise Man’s Fear was a good book. It’s a very long book, so a lot happened and Kvothe travels around much more than in The Name of the Wind. That being said, I preferred the first book to the second in The Kingkiller Chronicle.

I think pacing was the biggest issue for me in The Wise Man’s Fear. The book is nearly 1,000 numbered pages, so each part is at least 100 pages. It got tiresome and boring, and actually put me in a bit of a reading slump in April. It took me around two weeks to finish this book because I refused to read it on many occasions. Personally, I found the events in The Name of the Wind more interesting; in The Wise Man’s Fear, my favorite scenes were those at the university in the first 300 pages or so. I thought the sections with Felurian and the Adem were too long and dragged out, especially when nothing really happened. And we really got no resolution with Denna, which I’d been hoping to find after the first installment.

I am eagerly awaiting the third (and final) installment to The Kingkiller Chronicle, as I think it is a unique and interesting adult fantasy series. The books are well-written and Kvothe is an entertaining protagonist and narrator. Overall, my problems with the pacing in The Wise Man’s Fear did not detract enough from the story for me to give the book a lower rating. I highly recommend this series to hardcore fantasy lovers and those who wish to delve into adult fantasy. I doubt you’ll be disappointed.

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Lyrics Lately | 4

“And the arms of the ocean are carrying me
And all this devotion was rushing over me
And the questions I have for a sinner like me
But the arms of the ocean deliver me”
– Never Let Me Go, Florence + The Machine

“A cardboard box of make believe
Empty pockets full of dreams
And you are everything I need”
– Pocket Full of Dreams, Hedley

“Baby, this is what you came for
Lightning strikes every time she moves
And everybody’s watching her
But she’s looking at you, oh, oh”
– This Is What You Came For, Calvin Harris (feat. Rihanna)

“We’re so late nights
Red eyes, amnesia, I need you”
– Drunk, ZAYN

“She wants somebody to love
To hold her
She wants somebody to love
In the right way
She wants somebody to love
To kiss her
She wants somebody to love
In the right way”
– She, ZAYN

“She’s crying out that she loves me
Holding my hands so I won’t leave
Cause baby don’t wanna be lonely
She says ‘I just want you to hold me’”
– She, ZAYN

“You’re the bad guy in this movie
And I ain’t wrong”
– Lucozade, ZAYN

“I’m sipping pink Lucozade”
– Lucozade, ZAYN

“I hope he’s leaving soon
Started not to see the elephant in this room
Disguised as your perfume
But the smell of it consumes, it takes all my mind
You can search the world but you will never find
I see everything you’ve done to me
Be there, you run to me
I don’t need to pace, I don’t need the stamina
If this shit was it, girl, I probably woulda ran from ya
Kept runnin’
Outwit, cause you cunnin’
That outfit cause you stunnin’
Begging cause I’m losing mage
Got me feeling some type of way I can’t explain
The fuck is going on?
I think I got it wrong
When I told you I was over you, or were you under me?”
– Lucozade, ZAYN

“I just love being a fool for you
‘Cause I’m a fool for you and the things you do
I’m a fool for you and the things, the things you do
This love is tainted”
– Fool for You, ZAYN

“I just want to watch you when you take it off
Take off all your makeup baby take it off”

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The Happy List | 6

  1. A Court of Mist and Fury
  2. Sarah J. Maas
  3. ECF
  4. The end of AP exams
  5. Not having an appetite
  6. Finding a new all-time favorite, #1 book for the first time since freshman year
  7. College friends coming home
  8. 70s style
  9. Feeling better about my body
  10. Emotions of all kinds, especially hope
  11. RSVPs
  12. The possibility, however slim, that Lightning players are coming to my grad party
  13. Daydreams
  14. Nighttime dreams
  15. Ear plugs
  16. Lavender sleep mist
  17. An amazing mom
  18. Siblings
  19. Salads
  20. Music, books, and writing that inspire me, that make me feel alive

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excerpts #1

A cardboard box of make believe
Empty pockets full of dreams
And you are everything I need

Do you ever feel too small, too constricted, too inside your own body to contain everything you feel? Lately, I’ve been feeling so much. So many emotions, longings, dreams, all built up inside of me until I feel as though I’m about to burst. There’s no release either, because I can’t just jump on a plane and take off somewhere. I can’t drive and drive to an unknown destination just for the heck of it. I can’t not go to college, put off four more years of school and testing, rules and expectations, just to get out there. To see the world, to explore, to have adventures. I love to learn, I really do, but I’ve felt stifled lately and although I don’t affirmatively not want to go to college, I don’t completely want to go, either. The trouble is, I think, that I could do all these things. I’m eighteen now and adulthood brings about many more legal liberties. But this sense of liberation has bound me in an unexpected way, because part of me wants to be young and reckless, yet I just can’t do it. I can’t turn my back on the expectations, on the sense of duty, on my planning for the future. I can’t make my parents worry, or miss exams, or… Anything.

I have the AP Statistics exam tomorrow and I can’t remember ever feeling less prepared for an exam in my life. I am the queen of preparation, of overthinking, of double-checking everything and then double-checking it all again. But the truth is, statistics is an incredibly dull subject for me, I don’t know what to study, and I don’t want to be prepared enough to force myself to do it. Perhaps that’s where the root of my anxiety lies this time around: not in the possibility of failing, but in worrying about why I don’t care so much about it and knowing that I probably should. Care more, that is.

Back to feeling though. I go back and forth like a pendulum between two extremes, between feeling so much that it hurts and not feeling much at all. I used to be really sensitive to the world, to its pain and injustices. I remember going to a pet store as a young child and seeing a group of crayfish attacking a little pink fish in one of the tanks. They ripped its feathery fins apart and I begged my mom to help it, to let me help it, to tell the manager to keep the creatures separated. I remember crying on a pink beanbag later that night and asking to visit the pet store again, just so I could make sure that little pink fish was okay.

Yet I could be incredibly cruel, as well. A few years later, I had a purple beta fish named Lilac. I had wanted a pet so badly when I was younger and my dad finally caved and won me a fish at a golf tournament. I took care of Lilac for over a year. Until she (or he, we never really knew) stopped eating regularly. And I, the curious, cruel, beastly little thing I was, decided to stop feeding my fish altogether. Because I wanted to see how long it would take. For my pet. To die.

I hate myself for that. That I could be so… Disgustingly sadistic. So unfeeling. That story reminds me of Victor Frankenstein, and I don’t tell it often. Yes, Lilac was on her way out. She was losing coloration, she was old, and she wasn’t eating much. But to withhold sustenance from a creature, especially one so entirely at my mercy… It was awful. And I felt absolutely horrific when, about a week or two later, Lilac really did die.

Overall though, with a few glaring exceptions, I felt a lot when I was younger. I felt a lot until high school, when, in many ways, I decided to stop feeling. I used to pour everything I had into my friendships and it hurt so much when I finally, finally realized that my friends just didn’t care. They either didn’t notice the sacrifices I made, the kindnesses I did for them, or they’d become so accustomed to them that they meant little to nothing. But what killed me the most was that I needed kindness, needed someone to check in on me and ask how I was doing. And my friends weren’t there.

Fortunately, I have really good friends now. Ones who, to be completely honest, I probably don’t deserve. Friends who, unlike my old friend group, are better friends to me than I am to them. And I love them for it, for bearing with me, as I try to work myself out and find a balance between giving everything and giving nothing at all. Regardless of my friends, however, I definitely have trust issues. Especially with males.

xx. Until Next Time.


Spring Playlist

My Spring Listenings
Mid-February to Mid-May, 2016

“First” – Cold War Kids
“Immortals” – Fall Out Boy
“Immortals” – Fall Out Boy (feat. Black Thought) [Remix]
“P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing)” – Michael Jackson
“Genghis Khan” – Miike Snow
“Towards the Sun” – Rihanna
“BeFoUr” – ZAYN
“7 Years” – Lukas Graham
“Dani California” – Red Hot Chili Peppers
“I’m Looking Through You” – The Beatles
“Needed Me” – Rihanna
Les yeux plus gros que le monde – Black M
“Anthem” – Thomas Rhett
“T-Shirt” – Thomas Rhett
“New York City” – The Chainsmokers
“fOoL fOr YoU” – ZAYN
“Ocean Drive” – Duke Dumont
Mind of Mine – ZAYN

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