Ah, the
Eragon series ...
I'll concur with the comparison between
Star Wars and
Eragon. They really are quite similar. Now, to give Paolini a bit of credit, it's not like Lucas's plot was exactly original, either -- they're all just derivatives of an immensely simple story arc. Paolini breathed his own creative genius into it, and that's to be commendable.
The stories aren't so much what bugs me, though -- it's Christopher Paolini who does.
I've read interviews and seen interviews with him, and I always come away with the feeling of, "You self-centered arrogant prick."
That, and I don't think his editors have the balls enough to kick him in his literary chin when he needs it. I've read some of the most pretentious sentences ever created in Paolini's books ... not to mention that his third book is named something not even remotely memorable or pronounceable. What a complete cluster-fuck of idiocy it was to name that book
Brisinginginrr or whatever it was. Seriously, how do you say that? Who cares to even try to pronounce it? An editor should have spanked his ass and said, "This name won't work as the title, because not everybody's an arrogant shit like yourself."
Names of books can make or break them to some readers. It did for me. I didn't mind the first two, and I have no interest in picking up
Brgnginginsinszzzoinaoainr because I don't want to sit there and have this conversation:
"Hey, what are you reading?"
"iBringinoijaoinsoinfaser."
"What are you reading? I couldn't hear you."
"Bringingisingsinger."
"What?"
"Singinbringoinaoinoiner."
"... what the fuck?"
I show him the book. He tilts his head.
"Bringsinsoisnoisnoinginer?"
"Brioaoineinger."
Seriously, whoever marketed that bullshituous title needs to get their head out of their ass or resign immediately, because they
fail.
Who in their right mind would name their book...
That constitutes someone getting hit in the fucking skull with the clawed end of a hammer.
Oh, and if you don't agree that he's pretentious?...
Sorry, nobody writes out in the wilderness anymore, and if they do, they deserve to get run over by a fucking tank for that artsy-fartsy dingly bullshit. There are two people who write in the wilderness: douchebags and dorkporkers, and Paolini's in there somewhere.