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I have read at least 3 books a week since I was 6 years old. The library was my second home. I devoured any piece of literature, specifically fantasy and science fiction. Tolkien, Asimov, Bradbury, and Orwell were my favorites. 19 years later, I stumble upon this book. I only read it at the bequest of my brother, as the cover art looked like a cheap Walmart harlequin novel. 7 minutes into the book, I found myself captured. 2 hours later, I drove off in a hurry to purchase the sequel. I have never been so in love with a book. Reading 'The Name Of The Wind' was akin to eating an extravagant meal, observing a fine piece of art, hearing an orchestra, and making love, all at once. The prose moves like water on rock. I cried and laughed while reading harder than any book I have ever read. Have you guys experienced this book?