There are not words to describe this book. It was everything, everything that I needed, wanted, and feared. It was relentlessly happy, it was terrifying, devastating, eager, hilarious, and perfect. Wrapped up between a story there was a boy, who grew into a man. There was adventure, there was peace, there were times I laughed, times I cried, times I stayed up just to read a book that I knew would hurt me. 

Wrapped up within the story within the story, there are threads to follow, to pick at, and to weave together. There are things that happen that you curse yourself for not seeing earlier, and things that you begin to feel far before it is said. It is the perfect balance, and never once do you feel dumb for not having recognised it, you realise that you are not part of the story, and your expertise does not always apply. Kvothe is a loveable, unfortunate character. He has made choices, none of them bad and none of them good, and they will catch up with him eventually, and it scares me to think about it. But I loved reading it, I loved watching him grow, reminisce, and watching pieces click into place.

It's finished, and I do genuinely feel like I am missing a piece of me that it took with it when I closed it on its last page. I loved it, and I can not wait for the third book.