inheiritance

I just finished this book. My mom got the first book in the series for me, Eragon, on a whim when it came out in 2003. I fell in love, and eagerly anticipated the release of the rest. I recieved the second book, Eldest, for my 14th birthday, and the third book, Brisingr, just after my birthday in 2008. It was originally meant to be a trilogy, but expanded to 4 books, when the author realised there was still so much story to tell. I bought Inheiritance yesterday, read the first 400 pages before bed, and finished it 10 minutes ago.

I feel like I’m in the middle of a huge adrenaline rush. The big twist in the middle, the final battle, the bittersweet ending… I can’t put my feelings into words. When I read the last page, I literally jumped up, squeeking. I can’t express the rush of emotions I am feeling right now, just feel like I’m being swept away. But it’s the best, most magical feeling I have felt in a long time.

Brisingr makes me hateful

After spending the last year learning about writing, it pains me to read Brisingr. I love it, I mean fucking brisingr I have a fire-sword, what of it? But so many sentences are packed with useless description, forced emotion and cliche. Every character feels something and then has a little monologue explaining it. Not everything has to be likened to how a stream meets a boulder and must divide but will erode the bricks out of it. OhMyGod. It sometimes makes me mad to read it. 

He’s also a big fan of obvious plot devices. What’s this? She can turn herself into a human to go un-noticed and you have big ring full of power on your little hand. Just heal yourself at every turn - dats cool, being mortal is for chumps. 

It’s fantasy to the tee, it abuses everything little thing about it. I will buy the new book, because let’s face it, I want to find out who the Green Rider is and see some Galbatorix ass-whooping. But Paolini never stopped writing like a teenager.