You are killing me, Brandon Sanderson. I hated this book. I wasn't a fan of any of the Mistborn books up to this point. But this one. I would never have read it if it weren't for my husband. That's how much I love him.

I didn't find the characters particularly endearing or interesting. They felt whiny for the most part and did stupid things. I didn't care what happened to them. 

Brandon Sanderson can write climactic scenes though. Despite my uncaring attitude towards the characters. I will still upset during chapter 82, found myself tearing up at the epilogue, and intrigued to read the second round of Mistborn novels. Darn you, Sanderson!