I love reading a good series of books that I can recommend to anyone. Well, my grandparents wouldn’t get this one, but just about anyone else would, especially if they like sci-fi or fantasy.
I heard about Brandon Sanderson‘s Mistborn trilogy by chance and half expected them to be simplistic, young adult novels. A chapter or so in, I still couldn’t tell what audience it was aimed at, but I could see that it wouldn’t be a predictable read. After a few more chapters, I quit picking apart the dialogue and just read like the addict I was.
I think I expected a stereotypical, space filler between my reading other novels. But what I got was a truly thought-out story, set in a world unlike any I’d ever read about, and going in a direction I could not guess. I actually cared about the characters and the action scenes were crazy- each one topping the last.
Why did I think this was a kid’s book? Am I jaded by the fact that most adult books/ movies are full of edgy content to satisfy, or define, the desires of my generation? I don’t care about that stuff, I just expect it. It was so refreshing to just get a story- not one pushing the boundaries of social mores, but pushing the boundaries of my imagination. There is death, disillusionment, cruelty, and a fairly macabre storyline in there, but it is all told so well.
Ever since I began the set, I’ve been trying to convince my kids to read it. Of course, they show little interest because of my interest. I may have won my daughter over. She was talking to a friend who’s away at University who said she’d missed a class or two over this great series she was reading. Before she could say what it was, my daughter just knew it was going to be Mistborn.