When reading, I observe the “age rule.” If I don’t like the book by the page that matches my age (25 as of March 30 – woot, woot), I can stop reading. Call me a rules girl. This gets cloudy when I’m listening to the book on CD, but I ballpark it.
I got to disc 12 of 14 of “Eragon,” and I can’t bring myself to finish it. After a few weeks, I’ve given up trying. Call me a rule-breaker.
Here’s the synopsis.
When young Eragon finds a polished blue stone in the forest, he thinks it is the lucky discovery of a poor farm boy; perhaps it will buy his adopted family meat for the winter. But when the stone brings a dragon hatchling, Eragon realizes he has stumbled upon a legacy nearly as old as the Empire itself. Overnight his simple life is shattered, and he is thrust into a perilous new world of inescapable destiny, magical forces, and powerful people. With only an ancient sword and the instruction of an old, mysterious, hermit storyteller for guidance, Eragon and the fledgling dragon must navigate the dangerous terrain and dark enemies of an Empire ruled by a Emperor whose evil and power knows no bounds. Can Eragon take up the mantle of the legendary Dragon Riders? The fate of the Empire may rest in his hands….
“Eragon” is for some people. I know this because they made a movie. Duh. 🙂 Also, this book came highly recommended. I couldn’t’ have been more eager to start.
The thing about “Eragon” is that it’s very “Lord of the Rings”-ish. Both basically follow the main character on a long walk/run/dragon-ride through various terrains. And that’s about it. Please don’t hate me, but I didn’t finish “The Lord of the Rings” series either. Actually, I didn’t make it through the first book.
I found very little to be exciting about the story of “Eragon.” Sometimes Eragon is being chased, sometimes he’s talking to a strange magical creature, and sometimes he’s meeting strange characters that seem to have little to no effect on the rest of the story.
I’m sure they probably do, but there are so many of them with such strange names, I couldn’t keep track.
I respect Christopher Paolini and the story he created. I feel the same way about Tolkien. But, in both cases, I couldn’t hang in there till the finish. I promise I’m not usually a quitter.
Some of you will understand where I’m coming from, and some of you are probably writing angry e-mails in your mind as you read this.
I’m sorry. It’s me, not “Eragon.” We can still be friends.