By Christopher Paolini
Darkness falls…despair abounds…evil reigns…
Eragon and his dragon, Saphira, have just saved the rebel
state from destruction by the mighty forces of King Galbatorix, cruel ruler of
the Empire. Now Eragon must travel to Ellesmera, land of the elves, for further
training in the skills of the Dragon Rider: magic and swordsmanship. Soon he is
on the journey of a lifetime, his eyes open to awe-inspiring new places and
people, his days filled with fresh adventure. But chaos and betrayal plague him
at every turn, and nothing is what it seems. Before long, Eragon doesn’t know
whom he can trust.
Meanwhile, his cousin Roran must fight a new battle—one that
might put Eragon in even graver danger.
Will the king’s dark hand strangle all resistance? Eragon may
not escape with even his life…
This has been on my list of books to read since the movie
Eragon came out nearly 10 years ago. It took a little time for me to get into
the story, but I found myself so annoyed with Eragon’s side of the story that
if it weren’t for Roran’s story, I never would have finished it. Eragon’s side
is so clichéd and over-fantastical that I was rolling my eyes at every turn and
gagging at Eragon’s weird obsessive crush on Arya. The ease with which Eragon
is able to overcome the challenges in front of him made me cringe. Let’s throw
magic at the problem and make everything all better! Sheesh. But then there is
Roran’s story of how he becomes a freaking awesome character. Roran should be
the protagonist. He’s the boss. He leads the people and saves lives, he comes
out on top in a horrible situation. I loved reading his part of the story, in
fact I’d tell you to read this just for his side of things. I can suffer
through Eragon’s stupidity for Roran’s leadership and passion.
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