Firefight

I was a bit worried after Steelheart that this would be a bit of a disappointment. After all, I had thought that nothing Mr. Sanderson wrote could compare to Steelheart.

I was wrong.

I was so, delightfully wrong.

In Firefight, we have a continuation of book one with a whole new problem. David is still terrible at metaphors (or should I say similes?), and Tia is still drinking cola. This book kept me on the edge of my seat, and I predicted nothing. Literally, none of my predictions came true.

It was a wonderful sequel to an incredible predecessor, and I can't wait for Calamity. Even though that's a year away. sigh