For such a huge book, The Falcon Throne tells quite a tight story. The dramas are quite personal and intense ones–lovers torn apart by others’ political ambition, a young woman trapped in the gilded cage of her rank, an innkeeper protecting her children even from their own pasts.
I started reading The Name of the Wind in Paris, of all places. There was a small library of books from previous guests at the apartment we were staying in, and The Name of the Wind was one of the few in English. As luck would have it, I had been waiting for a good time to start into The Kingkiller Chronicle.