The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss 

But, to be serious:

At first glance, this book is another version of the same tiresome story: a boy goes to a magical school in a trilogy of novels. But, as I say to everyone, read the prologue. The description is simple, effective, and beautiful, and draws the reader in straightaway. The first 50 pages or so are spent in setting up the story, but it’s worth the wait as Kvothe, the main character, launches into his story.

The heart of the story lies in a coming-of age story, through tragedy and fumbling through the first pangs of love while trying desperately to hold on to who you are and what makes you human. The magic in the story is cleverly done, becoming more of a science than a magical art, while weaving in real magic through Naming.

Kvothe, though an extraordinary young man, is no older than any of us, and Rothfuss makes him into a believable, heartbreaking character woven into as rich, wonderful, and real of a world as ever existed. Even if it isn’t chosen for this book club, I would still give it a read, because it’s too heartbreakingly lovely not to.

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