Wit's monologue at the end basically sums it up. It was spectacular. But this is Brandon Sanderson. Spectacular doesn't cut.
Chapter Seven... I loved it. I hated it. But it was so completely right. Over a thousand pages into the series (Part way through Return of the King for comparison.) I was invested. I expected more than a cheap fake out at the end that I half knew from the moment it happened was coming. Yet I let myself hope against hope that it wouldn't. Why? Because this was Brandon Sanderson. He doesn't take the Shardblade, he takes the hard, stupid, awesome way instead and meets up with Lopen. And yet it had to be this way. That's how the story goes. So I go on hating it. And loving it. Because Brandon proved once again that he could make me care.
In the end it could have been better. A lot was forced, too slow, too rushed. And it was still amazing because he's a freaking genius whose skill in writing is nearly a quarter as awesome as Lift's awesomeness.
As long as this isn't setting up a love triangle it was a good book.
And this would probably work and sound better if I didn't just stay up till five am reading it...