My god. Where do I begin? 
 Brandon Sanderson has become one of those authors to me that I don't bother reading the synopsis found on the back of the book, or on the inside flap either. I trust that whatever he has decided to write will blow my doors off. Clearly, I am correct. 
 I think I heard him mention on a podcast once that this book was something he'd conceived to be a 10 book epic that... well, I might not have even listened to the rest. I knew then that I wanted to read it before I heard anything else. Since then, I've avoided all spoilers and bid my time until I could carve out a space in my schedule to read it without this 1000+ page tale dragging on for a month or more. 
 I took a vacation, a real one, not the kind that I sometimes take and hang around the house, but one where I packed up the family and drove. I managed to put more than 2000 miles on our car while traipsing around the south. Still, I managed to put in a few days at the beach and knock out most of this there. I shouldn't have done that. The family got annoyed that I stayed outside and refused to leave my beach chair, then they got pissed that I refused to leave the hotel room at night so I could read just 'one more chapter.' 
 The tale, as it were, is about some people doing some stuff. You know, political intrigue, overcoming adversity, and unraveling a mystery. The details is where this book shines. 
 Me? I making a T-shirt that signifies my devotion to Bridge four. How will I ever wait for the next installment? Hurry up, Mr. Sanderson. Please.