The Name of the Wind is a frame story, and is the first in the Kingkiller Chronicle trilogy. It’s great as a bildungsroman, but also deals with the afterward of that oft-told tale: of a man who has become a legend in his own time. It’s a self-acknowledged story about stories, and I love it dearly.
We hold expectations of ourselves that we import from stuff like TV, conversations, role models and the like. And if we think about them too long or too hard, we end up on our butts, too.