...I am so goddamn tired of stew. And bandits. And mouthy students. And thinly disguised shaolin monks. And beautiful girls who serve mead at a tavern. And stew.

And a "pixie" speaking in rhyming couplets. RHYMING COUPLETS. I felt like I was reading a 70's DC comic.

And the sexy pixie sex maiden of sexville was a damn sight easier to stomach than seeing Kvothe turn into the Goddamn Batman when he runs across the (stew eating) bandits pretending to be part of his tribe. And of course he takes the two girls back, and the town thinks he's a hero, and he breaks some poor idiot's arm who calls the girl bad things and everyone LOVES him for doing that and the mayor gives him money afterwards because Kvothe is just the Awesomest.

And then he gets back to University and all his tales of wonder and legend come back to him and everyone at University thinks he's even more awesome than before and girls flock to him like he just doused himself in Axe Body Spray.

ARGH.

I am frankly amazed that Kvothe hasn't killed, maimed or simply lost someone he cares about yet through his actions. It should have happened by now. It's a little incredible that it hasn't. For all of Kvothe's power and wit, he's incredibly careless, and it's implied in the final pages of the book that he has no clue who Denna's patron is, even though it's screamingly obvious and appallingly clear what sort of consequences his actions provoke.

Anyways. It's an easy book to read, the language is simple and clear, and it's funny. Just please. Please. Make this man suffer more, I beg you. He needs it so very badly, and so do I.