Lately I've been cycling through my hobbies again, and recently it's been non-stop reading. Here's my plug: read The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss.
My name is Kvothe, pronounced nearly the same as "quothe"... I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I burned down the town of Trebon. I have spent the night with Felurian and left with both my sanity and my life. I was expelled from the University at a younger age than most people are allowed in. I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during day. I have talked to Gods, loved women, and written songs that make the minstrels weep.
Pretty intriguing, eh? As awesome as Kvothe is, K and I have our reservations about him. And they are very different concerns. K gets mad at Kvothe because the little twit (the first two books cover his teenage years) can't keep his mouth shut. He just has to get the last word in and is absolutely irreverent toward the higher ups, which gets him in tons of trouble.
My pet peeve about Kvothe? I can't stand how every time he gets a little bit of windfall, he doesn't use it to pay off his perpetual debt. Nooo, he immediately goes to the nearest shops and spends it all! I guess K is right; I do tend to think of the world, imaginary or not, in terms of money. ^_^;;
Anyway, go check it out. Don't take my word for it; it was ranked #3 in the top 10 Best Science Fiction/Fantasy Novels of the Decade on Tor.com. :)