If you enjoy fantasy literature to even the slightest degree, go and acquire a copy of The Name of the Wind, by Patrick Rothfuss. And then read it. Like, now.
And then join me in cursing the fact that the third book hasn't even been written yet, so you can't go out immediately and read the rest of the story.
As it is, I think I may have to hold off a bit on book two, just so I can savor it. And maybe to avoid going into withdrawl.
Just a STUNNINGLY good book. Seriously.