Lora Durance
Sanderson is a master of this craft.
I started out reading this book like a writer. Then like a jealous writer. Then like a stunned and awestruck would-be writer. Then like a well-eff-that-I'm-just-gonna-drool reader. Then I wasn't reading anymore. I didn't exist. There was just the story.
Then, oops, I was done.
I think maybe I need to be a bit older – to have grown up in the times – to be able to really sink my teeth into this one. I had gotten into my head that this was a book of short stories. I read the first chapter and was blown away. That was one of the best short stories I'd ever read. And then, I realized it was a novel. Not sure if that made it harder for me to get into. Honestly, the book was just okay, not great, for me. I like likable characters, and this one featured a lot of not-so-likables. Still, I'm glad I read it, and it was pretty illustrative. Not what I read fiction for, though, illustrative-ness.
