I went into The Way of Kings expecting something similar to Mistborn, just longer. I quickly discovered that this is a very different kind of book.
In fact, for the first 150 pages or so, I mostly read *words* with no sense of meaning. What is happening here? There are multiple prologues, an enormous amount of world-building, unfamiliar terminology and a seemingly endless number of characters and places to keep track of. I started to feel ready to ask, “When does the book start?”
Eventually, though, the pieces began to come together, and I started to appreciate what we were doing even if I didn’t know where we were going.
I had an interesting experience discussing the book with my 16-year-old son and his friends, all of whom are huge fans of the series. I casually mentioned that Kaladin wasn't my favorite character, and you would have thought I had insulted their cross country team. I DO understand why they love him (as teen guys), but I find him somewhat self-focused and, at times, a little too consumed by his own suffering. As a parent, I found myself much more drawn to Dalinar, whose sense of responsibility and concern for the people around him resonated with me more. Plus, bless his heart, he is the chaos commander which is what moms feel like all the time.
Adolin also grew on me. I wanted to dislike him, truly, I did, but his charm is irritatingly undeniable. What horrible taste we all have. Shallan is another complicated character—self-focused and often short-sighted, although she becomes more interesting as the story progresses. I enjoy the descriptions of her subconscious art.
This book requires patience, but the world Sanderson creates is impressive. By the end, I was invested enough to understand why my son and his friends were so passionate about the series.
This is a great start to something big.



