Story time! Almost two years ago, I was working at a bar when one of my fellow waiters invited me to join his book club; the reading material was meant to be Brandon Sanderson's entire body of work. The group chat for the club, titled "Cosbeer," was active in discussing the proper reading order, how often we should meet, and how much an adult with a full time job should be expected to read between meetings. I ended up tagging along once or twice, but it eventually became pretty clear that no one in the "Cosbeer" chat had any intention of following through with the Cosmere part of the hangout.
Thus, the Mistborn trilogy ended up gathering dust on my desk. That is, until I got my hopes up for the Winds of Winter because of some false claims on Reddit, prompting me to desperately need a fantasy book to fill the aching void in my soul. Now, I'm three Sanderlanches into the Cosmere and ready for so much more.
I knew the earring was going to be a big deal at some point, but I did not see the Hemalurgic spike with the little sister as the sacrifice coming at all.
One of the more frustrating plotlines of the second book where the pair could've had a conversation.
