jessica's Reviews > The Name of the Wind

a review of three parts

it was night again. the keys of a laptop lay in wait to create a review, and it was a review of three parts.

the most obvious part was a full, echoing story, made by the letters that were written on a page. if the words came to life it would have done so in the form of a young man name kvothe, eager to know the answers to lifes greatest questions, thirsty for any knowledge he could get his hands on. if the story was written in music, it would have been composed to the sweet melody of a lute, strings plucked by gentle, but sure, fingers. if the book had the power to transport, you would find yourself in a world of magic, university lessons, travelling troupes, and dragons. in fact, the book contained all of these, and so the review grew.

on goodreads, hundreds of people shared their own opinions. they posted with quiet determination, avoiding serious spoilers of troubling plots. in doing this they added a small, quiet part to the larger, fuller one. it made an alloy of sorts, a counterpoint.

the third part was not an easy thing to notice. if you waited for an hour, you might begin to feel it the smoothness of the cover beneath your hands and the rough, crisp turn of each page. it was the weight of knowing that the person you were before reading this book became someone new and improved at the end of it. it was the slow back and forth of trying to remember any semblance of life you had before this story became intwined into the very fabric of your being. and it was in the hands of the girl who sat on her bed, tapping away at the black keys under her fingers that gleamed in the soft glow of the laptop screen.

the girl had true brown hair, brown as a mouse. her eyes were alight and focused, and she typed with the subtle certainty that comes from reviewing many books.

the laptop was hers, just as the third part was hers. this was appropriate, as it was the greatest part of the three, wrapping the others inside itself. it was deep and wide as autumns ending. it was heavy as a great river-smooth stone. it was the patient, cut-flower sound of a girl in love with a story.

↠ 5 stars