To put it short, it was fantastic. It held me to the very end, a feeling I didn't expect from it.
But the crazy thing was: I don't remember turning the pages. It's weird, looking up and realizing
you're halfway through a book when you don't remember getting there. I was so engrossed in the story, the scenes playing out in my head rather than on the page in front of me. Looking back, I almost wonder if I even read all five hundred pages of the small print.It is the sort of book that would make the most terrific movie of all time. The plot line continues when you think there's no hope left for the characters, throwing curve-balls just when you think you know the people in the book.
But then, Hollywood messes everything up, so I would have it rather not turned into a movie for fear that it would change how I thought about the book.
I intend to read the other two in the series. Let's just say Sanderson leaves enough hanging at the end to be satisfied. But also to want more.
3 comments:
My blog is messed up! Don't ask questions! Just come to my house and HELP!
Maggie, do you even know what a curve-ball is?
Do you insist on trying to insult me in every one of your comments?:) Yes, I know what a curve-ball is. Fortunately, a cousin of mine taught me what it was. I was trying to say that I thought I knew what was going to happen in the book's plot, but then it changed dramatically. I guess the more correct baseball term would be "slider", but I didn't think that people would be so critical.
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