I hate it too. My mother forced me to read the first book for a book report, I nearly died.
Of course, most of you guys know that already.
Anyway, my best friend Athena is here with me now, (she's the one I converted into likeing Bartimaeus) and she hates the books as much as Post. (No, I'm not exadurating.
Here she is:
Athena: Hello friends of Arti! (Me: Don't scare them off, now.) I among the wide circle of Eragon haters. Thank God for that. My class likes the book. (Me: She's in grade eight, her class is a seven-eight split.) They actually
like it! (Me: Scary, huh?) I would like to murder them, but since that's against the law, I'll have to settle for yelling at them and throwing copies of the book at their head. (Me: All the extra weight in the thing is finally good for something.) What I hate most: HE BLACKS OUT SO MANY TIMES!!! Does have a medical disorder or something? Obviously the author can't think of a good enough ending for a battle scene so he just blacks the "hero" out every time! There are only so many times you can wake up in "a bed that is not your own". I should send Eragon to a phsyciatrist. (Ugh, I can't spell it.) Better yet, I'll send the author.
It's a rip-off of every good/popular book or movie ever made. (I don't have time to go into how much it mirrors
StarWars.) Undiscovered hero in a small town, get's lost. bonds with wonderful creature, get's old mentor who doesn't seem special, mentor dies, turns out mentor was special, hero is sad, hero wants revenge, hero meets criminal who wants to turn his life back to "good" hero falls in love with someone who cannot possibly love him back... You get the idea. Oh, and a small dwarf-like character who provides comic relief, and a badly written witch. (Me: I though you didn't have time to rant about everything it rips off?) anyway, that's it, Arti will post some barti-related things for me too.
Artemis: Wow, can she talk, or can she talk? Anyway, looks like you have a new friend Post.
I say night I'm living in the forest of my dream,
I know the night is not as it would seem,
I must believe in something,
So I'll make myself believe it,
That this night will never go.
Laura Branigan, Self-control

Oh, Canada...