The Unemployed Writer

So I cleaned up the house today and did some digging through my books and closet and whatnot and realized that I had a few dozen different books sitting around that I haven’t read yet but was really excited about in the first place:

There are too many books on the shelf right now, including all of the major releases I’ve been waiting on since late last year, which I purchased and now need to read. I did finish the new Paul Auster book, but I have the new Murakami, Palahniuk, and Chabon sitting around, among a dozen other newbies that I’m flipping through every now and then.

Anyways, I recently finished Patrick Rothfuss’s The Name of the Wind, a new fantasy entry that reads more like an epic character study in a far off land than a fantasy novel. It was rather good and probably the best fantasy/science fiction novel I’ve read in the last five years…in fact it is. I’ll just say that it is, and I can’t wait for the next two books to be released for the sake of finishing Kvothe’s story. I don’t read a lot of this genre anymore; it’s usually rather simple, repetitive stuff, but I’m glad I picked up Rothfuss’s first.

I’ll give it a shot, stopping by with the reviews of the best of the bunch in time. Michael Chabon was actually in town tonight at Elliot Bay Books, but I was unable to get down there (mainly because I wasn’t watching the clock and there was a Mariner game on) and everything I’ve ready about his newest is amazing, so I’m going to sink my teeth into it next.