Patrick Rothfuss - The Name of the Wind

Lansdale PA

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Years and years ago I met you at a hookah lounge of all places. The hookah lounge is kind of a weird scene to begin with: part club where nobodies dancing, part bar without the booze. But then there's you, reading this tome called The Name of the Wind in the middle of this bizarre realm. We hung out for a few hours, shot some pool, and cracked open a bottle of rum I had in the trunk of my car to mix some drinks. I eventually headed out. I grabbed a copy of the book which you highly recommended, claiming to be on your [I don't remember] 5th(!) read through and every once in a while I think back and regret not getting your number. The book was fine, but you seemed like my kind of weird and I'm sure we'd be friends to this day if I had. So, anyway, if you find this hit me up with some odd detail you recall about the place or encounter. Or you maybe know the guy (he carried around this giant fucking hardcover book with a wizard on the front; can't miss him) and you could point him in this direction. Disclaimer: I'm a heterosexual, married male so you'll probably be disappointed if you contact me thinking otherwise. Fellow oddballs are welcome, but if you're expecting to lay me you'd better look like Magnum P. I..