Ukens smakebit kommer fra The Wise Man's Fear av Patrick Rothfuss, s. 128:
It was nice to go strolling in the good neighborhoods. It was pleasant to go look for a book and find it exactly where it should be. It was easy. Comforting. Quick.
But the bad neighborhoods were fascinating. The books there were dusty and disused. When you opened one, you might read words no eyes had touched for hundreds of years. There was treasure there, among the dross.
It was in those places I look for the Chandrian.
Jeg er bare en trejdedel gjennom boka så langt, men den er veldig bra så langt. Muligens bedre en bok 1, The Name of the Wind?