Eragon has got to be one of the most tedious books I have ever read. I normally love fantasy (my love for Harry Potter is an indication of this) but Eragon, I could not get through. It was excruciatingly long for such a simple journey. He chances upon all things magical and makes such a big commotion of things. Everything is supposedly mysterious. But it is actually more annoying than mysterious. I love adventure, but his journey was slow paced and took f o r e v e r to get through.

The writing was terrible. There were so many details and not enough substance, and often times, I found myself cringing at some of the sentences, wondering what the heck did any of it meant. Most descriptive language and details were completely random. Why do I care for the pots and other utensils that lay in the house? How does that drive the story that is being told? Why do I care about that spot of dust (and much more, random stuff) in the stupid dungeon?!

Now, I'm green with envy that Paolini wrote this at such a young age, and published it pretty early too, but jealously and admiration are two different things. And I don't admire his work. Especially since he basically copied his ideas from previous fantasy books. He couldn't bring anything new to the table? And he received critical acclaim from this? Maybe I'll go copy Harry Potter and Twilight, too, and turn it into story about a bunch of teens going to Hogforks (a mix of Hogwarts and Forks) to train to become the best vampires so that they can kill this evil vampire beast called Goldemort, and I'll get critical acclaim and win all these awards too! Yay? Nay.