Did they win? Am I still breathing? Do I still have faith in humanity? Check, check and check. Probably. The third Mistborn novel–the final book in the first trilogy–wound up Vin and Elend’s wild ride nicely. It places as my second favorite of the trilogy (book one is pretty hard to beat), and makes my “to read in five or six years when I feel the urge” list. Which, for perspective, puts it below any Terry Pratchett on my list. Still, it won’t be forgotten (which is a feat in and of itself), so I can’t complain too much.
PS. there’s a spoilers’ edition coming tomorrow.
Mistborn: Hero of Ages Tor books cover via: Goodreads
The third book got into a bit more of the philosophy of things, tying concepts back to previous books and pushing on them to see if they held. This made the ride much more interesting for me, who always appreciates a good connection. And there were plenty of those.
Seriously. Everything comes together in this book, exploding your mind just a bit with how awesomely weaved together every detail of the story is. And the best part is that it doesn’t stop with Mistborn–the world of Way of Kings, Elantris and his other novels are all tied together into one giant Universe of Cosmere. This allows for yet another level of fun as the reader tries to piece together how every little d
etail fits into the grand scheme of things. It’s like a Theory of Everything for a parallel universe. Oof, that’s a lot of fun.
The descriptions in the third book remained gorgeous and picturesque, creating moments which captured the mind and painted epic scenes in fine detail. Sanderson’s command of the language to create tone never ceases to amaze me–although calling it out does make it feel a bit more obvious in retrospect. I’m always impressed when an author manages to develop characters and plot without my calling it out (ie reading a paragraph and going “this is the moment they push farther down that wrong path” etc.). So far, Mr. Sanderson has done a good job of it, tying every development up in another until they cannot be separated or untangled.
I also appreciated the tact applied in the third book. By this point most of the betrayals had been made and a clearer picture had been painted, so I didn’t have to worry about desensitizing myself to loving any one character in particular. I had a better handle on who believed what and why, which made it easier to read without growing bored.
The ending, again, threw a curveball at the readers–although this time it could be predicted, if one was paying enough attention. The result was less of a bang than the previous two, but that in no way detracted to the ending itself. Rather it enhanced it, giving a satisfying closure for the audience. We had to work just hard enough to figure it out ourselves… but we got there, in the end. And it was glorious.
If you’re looking to recommend the Mistoborn trilogy to a friend, I’d suggest someone who isn’t afraid of commitment, loves complex characters, plots and worlds and doesn’t mind overlooking a few errors in favor of some much larger benefits. It was a joy to read (even when it was painful), and if you haven’t read it yet I wish you luck!
Thanks for reading,