When I was a kid I used to read books. Big, huge, meant-for-adults fantasy novels that I would dig into and consume in a few days. I remember getting obsessed with those worlds and those people and loving every second. It has been a long time since I've found a series that captured me in the same way as those epics used to, but I just finished Brandon Sanderson's Mistborn.

This book took me right back to my younger days of drowning in a new world. I found myself fully invested in the characters, the story, and everything about it. Sadly, my other responsibilities suffered a bit while I was reading this because I didn't want to do anything else! Even worse, there are two more books in the series!

Anyway, what I'm getting at is I'm so glad this book reminded me of why I love reading so much. There is just something about curling up in the corner of the couch with a large tome and losing yourself.