I made it (crying emoji).

It's been a WILD ride from start to finish, some books I wasn't so sold on, some books I absolutely loved ( like this one), some things that I'm happy we don't see as much in modern fantasy anymore,,,,but overall. A giant series that has ripped my heart out multiple times in a row.

Brandon Sanderson's novels in this series in particular have been weird for me more often than satisfying. The Gathering Storm had a weird feeling of being completely in between writers, something that didn't do it any favors in that regard (I will, however, NEVER deny how incredibly hard it must have been to pick up a behemoth of a series like WoT as a writer and finish it. Despite whatever problems I might have with his stuff, that alone makes Brando worthy of my respect). Towers of Midnight was...odd, from start to finish. The timeline was wobbly, it felt like Brando had just remembered about 10 plotlines he still needed to finish and where Robert Jordan took (sometimes debatably TOO MUCH) time to get everything up and running, Brando was running away from the start line to finish a marathon in a sprint.

So I was, to put it mildly, worried. Worried I wouldn't enjoy this LAST installment in the series, the finale, the final book in a behemoth that to this day shapes a lot of fantasy authors and readers.
And thankfully, I was WRONG.
(apparently this is a theme for my last big reads for this month lol should I maybe learn my lesson here)

A Memory of Light absolutely delivered. I was in it from the start, breathlessly rushed through the pages and when I reached That Infamous Chapter (220 pages or so??? Brando wtf) I was exhilarated and scared at the same time. AS WELL I SHOULD HAVE BEEN.
I don't think I walked out of this fully myself. 

Is this book just one big battle? Basically. Did it make me sob like a child, especially at the end? YOU BET. Am I emotionally stable enough for the series in November, absolutely not. 
Love it!

And with that I say: