by Christopher Paolini
This is the third book in the Eragon series. It's fantasy, which I used to read all the time, but now I don't so much. I read the first two books a couple of years ago, and they were really good, so now I'm excited to read the final book. It's super complicated, though. There are so many characters and places and things with long, unpronounceable names, and it's really hard to keep track of them all, especially because the last time I read it was six months ago. Luckily, the author must have realized the difficulty of keeping everything straight and included a ten-page summary of the first two books.
So I actually just started this book. It started out with Eragon and his cousin Roran comparing bruises from their various battles. I almost rolled my eyes. It's such a guy thing... they were all, oh, your scars are nothing! I have a bruise! No, I have a bigger bruise! No, I have a more painful scar! I mean, that's not exactly something to brag about, who's in the most pain. They're really quite stupid if you think about it. I mean, the plot of these books is incredible, I love it, but every once in awhile there's a part like this that just makes me think, why do I even bother?
~Marcella
1 comment:
First of all most guys are definitely not like that. And Christopher Paolini is unjustifiably famous for writing terrible books which were complete copies of lord of the rings. The Ra'Zac are like Black Riders. Saphira's egg is like the One Ring. And in Eldest, I remember there to be a completely random scene where a guy creates a vacuum (not the cleaner but a space with no air).
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