şu ana kadar okuduğum kadarıyla the name of the wind
'i de aşıyor ya da ben fazla kendimi kaptırmış bulunmaktayım. iki olasılık da hoş geliyor kulağa. şu ana kadar okuduğum kısım hakkında: "more than salt" isimli bir bölüm var ki, başlı başına sanat eseri, kitaptan çekilip çıkartılsa gene ayakları üzerinde durabilecek nefis bir güzellik. patrick rothfuss, sen ne yaptın amına koyim. bu enfes bölümün hemen birkaç sayfa öncesindeki aşık olma betimlemesini zaten buraya yapıştıracam, kaçışım yok:
no, it was almost as if up until that point, he'd just been occupying space around her, like a piece of furniture. but this time when she looked at him, she took all of him in. his sandy hair, the line of his jaw, the span of his shoulders beneath his shirt. this time when she looked, she actually saw him.
let me say this. it was worth the whole awful, irritating time spent searching the archives just to watch that moment happen. it was worth blood and the fear of death to see her fall in love with him. just a little. just the first faint breath of love, so light she probably didn't notice it herself. it wasn't dramatic, like some bolt of lightning with a crack of thunder following. it was more like when flint strikes steel and the spark fades almost too fast for you to see. but still, you know it's there, down where you can't see, kindling.