This, this, and this: My Views on Brisingr

Back in July I wrote a blog post some found humorous about my predictions for the next book in the Eragon Series. The Inheritance Cycle, as it’s called (by people talking about it to other people who know that’s what it’s called.. ahem).

Anyway, I got the book, read it, and… well, you’ll find out, now, won’t you? I even took pictures. Whoa.

And, of course, to prove that’s really me, here’s the book reflected in Arthur. See all you “the toaster is dead” conspiracy theorists? Arthur is still very much alive. Just a little… resigned as of late.

Anyway.

I haven’t written one of these in awhile, because everyone hated them. Huh.

So I go to the library, pick up the book off the hold shelf, go to the counter, am reminded of my exorbitant fines, get the book checked out, take the book, and leave, frankly utterly unexcited for this book. When I get home I do some stuff and then eventually turn to the first page of the book. Whoa.

Brief disclaimer: if you’ve not yet read this book, this is very, very likely to spoil something or other. Unless, y’know, you’re like me and….

Anyway.

The book starts off, as I predicted, with them going to rescue Katrina from the Ra’zac. Christopher Paolini, the [adjective] author, had the good grace to leave out the thirty chapters of traveling I predicted would be there. Thank the lord for that.

But yeah, the book begins with their rescuing of someone that was kidnapped in the last book. While Katrina is in no way as awesome as Han Solo, nor was she frozen in carbonite, the resemblance remains.

Then there’s this subplot involving Katrina’s father and sending him off to his death or something. That was dumb. Or maybe just happy.

Then he… TRAVELS!

Finally, after Arya manages to intercept Eragon perfectly and after some deal with spirits or something, they get to the Varden, marriageness happens, attackness happens, Elva happens, then he goes to Dwarvland, meets a god, etc. etc., proceeding on to Elvland to meet up with Yoda again.

They discuss things, namely Eragon’s father, Darth Vader — um, I mean, Morzan, and eventually one thing leads to another and Christopher Paolini has swapped out “Leia is your sister” with “Actually Brom’s your father, not Morzan.”

I can’t say this was expected, but it’s not something that came suddenly or surprisingly. It just came.

That’s what she said?

Nah.

So now that that’s settled, Eragon crafts his new sword, pissing off the Menoa tree in the process. Incidentally, when he had the option of choosing a previously-crafted sword, it would have been green, as I predicted, so…

Then they go to battle, and they fight, then Galbatorix speaks, then Yoda dies, then a Shade is created and, eight seconds later, destroyed. By Arya.

And that is the book.

Note how nothing interesting happens?

Yeah.

I really disliked this book. This feeling was most likely strengthened by the fact that when I was about half way through Brisingr, the second Mistborn book, the Well of Ascenscion came in at the library and I put off starting it until I finished Brisingr so I could give it the attention it deserved. And nobody makes me put off my Sanderson.

No one.

Or at least, no one should.

The following is taken from a different site I may have this posted on.

While Brisingr’s not an exact replica of ROTJ, it does in fact share a lot in common with a bunch of the first part of ROTJ. I mean, you have them rescuing someone from being eaten by some nonhuman creature (han/sarlacc pit), a second family revelation (leia is luke’s sister), you have the yoda-character’s death.. what else happens in the first half of that movie? All they have to do now is make their assault on the second Death Star.

But first they’re going to travel there. A lot.

……I really didn’t like this book.

-Timmy

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