Sick Day Musings

So I'm home sick today, for the first time in...well, it's been a while since I've taken a sick day.

It actually turned out to be kind of a fortuitous use of a sick day, too, because despite the fact that as of last night it's officially Spring, I awoke this morning to falling snow. It's stopped now, but the news is saying to expect more on Wednesday. Which is wonderful.

At several points last week, I was able to go outside and have a catch, or go for a jog. I wore a short-sleeved shirt to work on Friday, I ate my lunch outside, and the weekend weather was lovely.

For the first time since Christmas week, the green grass was visible. Not so this morning, as looking out my window, I'm gonna guess that we got about an inch or two of snow.

Not much, but certainly enough to hide the green again.

I didn't feel all that well yesterday, and I mostly just laid around and read, and since I had nothing else to do, and no real inclination to move, I read a lot.

I'm over three-quarters of the way through the new Pat Rothfuss book, The Wise Man's Fear, and since that novel is over 900 pages long, I did quite a bit of reading yesterday.

I'm really enjoying the novel, and now that I'm almost finished, I'm feeling very similar to how I felt coming to the end of The Name of the Wind, which is the first book in his three-book series.

I desperately want to know how the book ends, but I don't want the book to end. You know what I mean?

I love the world that Rothfuss has created, and the characters and places are so vivid in my mind that I hate the thought of parting with them these next couple of years as the author crafts the final book in the trilogy.

But I want to reach that last page, and to see how Rothfuss is going to leave his main character, Kvothe, and just how bad things will be heading into the finale of the series.

The series, by the way, is a monster in fantasy fiction, and fiction in general, really. It's currently at number three on the New York Times bestseller list, and the fan base that's grown around this book is as ravenous as any proper fan base should be.

For me, this series holds a special place because The Name of the Wind was one of the first fantasy novels I ever read.

I know, I know. How is that possible? Remember, though, that I'm the guy who didn't see Star Wars until we started this blog.

But hey, we all have to start somewhere, and somewhen.

And for me, The Name of the Wind opened up a whole new world for me; a whole new section of the bookstore. It's hard to put into words how grateful I am for that.

So today, being mostly better from being mostly nothing but sick yesterday, I plan on propping myself up by a window, and reading the rest of The Wise Man's Fear, and I'll go back one more time to Kvothe's world.

I'll let you know how that goes.