Eragon by Christopher Paolini: Boy finds dragon egg, dragon hatches, boy goes on grand adventure. Actually, boy spends most of book fleeing for his life, when suddenly a random Big Battle is tacked on the end to add some sort of climax, with a convenient deus ex machina to tie things up and make way for the sequel. It’s not that it’s poorly written, just utterly generic. Now, if I didn’t like fantasy stereotypes I wouldn’t read fantasy, but I was even able to pick out specific universes from which much of the stuff was cribbed (McCaffrey’s Pern, Tolkien’s Middle Earth, etc.). All in all, pretty forgettable. A young newcomer to fantasy might enjoy this, but a fans of the genre will find nothing new here.
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