Deja vu

"I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I burned down the town of Trebon. I have spent the night with Felurian and left with both my sanity and my life. I was expelled from the university at a younger age than most people are allowed in. I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during day. I have talked to Gods, loved women, and written songs that make the minstrels weep.

My name is Kvothe. You may have heard of me."

Dear Mr Rothfuss,

I haven't.

- heard of Kvothe, that is. (At least not then).

But those simple yet profoundly captivating words of his (or yours, i should say) were enough to lure me into this enchanting realm of kings, and magic and alchemy. And just like Ender before him, I fell in love with yet another fictitious character by his mere brilliance and utter selflessness; by the very notion that a person with such flair for greatness could be equally as vulnerable as he is strong.

As I flipped through page after page after page of your book with increasing intensity, my fondness for him concurrently grew. "Ah, how valiant he is. How sophisticated. How sweet." These thoughts keep flooding my head.

Before I knew it, I was almost at the end, with just a few more short chapters to spare. Knowing this, I felt a familiar tingling dread of losing something precious, of having something good taken away from me. "This was Ender all over again," i remember thinking.

So I stopped.

It has now been close to a year, but i have not yet been able to finish those last couple of chapters. The thought itself is too distressing. I have tried dipping into other seemingly promising novels in search of a story that could rival Kvothe's in its intensity and vividness. But alas my efforts have been in vain, as I had only expected. (*sigh)

That aside, i simply have one very important thing to say to you:

Mr Patrick Rothfuss sir, Please oh please finish the second book like you promised. (*on bended knees)

A fan of your work,

Izzy the nerd.

p/s: I'm at that point in time where my palms get itchy for some good reading material, preferably fiction with hints of imagination and originality. Any recommendations, anyone?

On a different and totally unrelated note :

->TaeKyung's voice is so manly and drool-worthy! (*faints*)<-