Let's be honest here, Liam Neeson has nothing on Brandon Sanderson's 'particular set of skills.' Sanderson is undeniably, inarguably one of the best world builders and fantasy writers of our time. He takes such care of his characters, puts so much time and thought into his worlds and creates magic systems like no others. 
 If I were to sit down and rate this book on quality of writing (though who am I to do that, really?) it would easily be five stars. Easily. But that's not why we review and rate, and especially not why we read. Instead it's based on how we feel. How we feel is innate, supremely reactive and often uncontrollable. It's probably why, with every book we read, how we feel about it and react to it teaches us something about ourselves. 
 And having just finished the final page of the Mistborn series I'm not sure how I feel. Was it exactly what I wanted? No. But you don't, and shouldn't, always get what you want. Was it what the story called for? I do believe so. And that's where I struggle. 
 Maybe it is because I connected so much with the first book in this series, with particular characters and established dynamics that when it all changed come book two I was still picking up the pieces. I'm not adverse to change. Call me a changeling. While I like some consistency I am naturally uncomfortable with a lack of change. And so, while I hate it, I also loved that Sanderson broke my heart at the end of book one because it was the perfect ending to that book. I loved the doors it opened and character growth and exploration it offered. 
 It just feels like this crazy journey I went on, with moments of just trudging through passages to moments of, 'holy shit, how did Sanderson do that.' So, I guess I don't know what I'm saying, because I still don't know how I feel about this final book. I do know, as a whole, I really enjoyed this series and Sanderson's writing and I will, without a doubt, continue to read everything he writes and recommend him to fellow lovers of fantasy. 
 3.5/5.0