Not thrilled with it. It's a good, but not an exciting or inspiring book. Well structured, but with one of those maddeningly boring and stupid protagonists who falls in love with a beautiful but unlovable woman and acts like an idiot.

A nice enough story, but a horrible translation. If you're sensitive to language, don't bother.

Is this kid Paolini mildly autistic? 'Cause the book is a (very competent, seamless) pastiche of three other fantasy books. There's not an original idea in it, not a single inspired sentence. How is this possible? Even the worst writer necessarily comes up with the occasional howler, entirely by accident. But this book is utterly without fault or virtue. It's so inoffensive, it's offensive. It's sewn together from received ideas and regurgitated diction so flawlessly that I can only explain it if Paolini is autistic.