When you and your friends spend all of lunch talking about Brandon Sanderson because they finally finished Mistborn. Now they're racing to see who can read all of the cosmere books first. It's the greatest.
When you finally get one of your friends to read Mistborn and as soon as they've finished they tackle you in the library to let you know. My friend was really excited.
Granted. It's soulcast bacon, so by eating it you're a cannibal. Maybe... http://www.17thshard.com/forum/topic/
I wish I could get into Brandon Sanderson's class at BYU.
Granted. You beat Chouta Connoisseur in a race of epic proportions, subjecting them to a life of slavery. Seeking revenge, Chouta Connoisseur assassinates you in your sleep.
I wish I had a nice, well trained, alive wolfhound.
I can't find the source right now (I don't have my book with me to check) but I'm pretty sure we know that Lift turning food into stormlight is a boon from the nightwatcher, not a Nahel bond.
Granted, but I choose not to act on said compelling feeling.
I wish more people in my family liked reading so that we could theorize about SA together.
Granted. You will slip on banana peels cartoon style every day for the rest of your life.
I wish to always be perfectly warm, never too hot or too cold.
Granted, but then you are made a Shin truthless, forced to murder thousands of innocent people.
I wish for a talking, British, dinosaur, even if it's useless.
When you're walking around at school and you're thinking about how scandalous the Alethi would think all of the girls at your school (including yourself) are because their left hands are uncovered.
Granted, but you can't draw a decent circle to save your life and you don't have a non-rithmatist friend to help you out.
I wish I was a Bendalloy misting with unlimited access to bendalloy.