The Name of the Wind

I'll be clear from the start, not much actually happens in this book. I won't say too much for fear of spoiling anything, but there's no actual clear major plot that the book focuses on. This is more like a biography.
I hate biographies. And I hate books where nothing much really happens.
I didn't gives a rat's bottom, because this was masterful writing. For the first time in a long time, I didn't want a book to end. I wasn't checking how much was left so that I could start on a new adventure. I was enthralled by the world created here, and the characters that were so beautifully fleshed out.
The writing from start to finish was such a beautiful, smooth flowing work of art, that reading every line was effortless.
Humour, anguish, day to day frustration, heroics, jealousy, grief. It's all here, but without making much of a big deal about any of it. It's written as just part of this persons life. It happens, then move on to the next part.
Every location was built with visual clarity and every character with emotional depth.

I absolutely adored this, and the only reason I'm not jumping straight into book two, is the hope that maybe book 3 will eventually be finished, so I'm stalling just that little bit to give more time for what looks like a pipe dream to eventuate.