Jumplion post=18.70796.703087 said:
The sequel to Eragon. What was it? Eldest? Yeah, i couldn't finish the first 5 pages before groaning in boredom.
I agree, and I read the entire book. It's clear that the author left the help of his editors and parents for the sequel. There were many typos throughout the book and it's a tad painful to read. Halfway through, when Eragon and his dragon deal with 'love', it becomes a terrible chat room teen drama - as if that's basically where he recieved his material. "Oh, Eragon. This feeling that's all over me. Is this. Is this LOVE?! Oh OH!"
eh-hem
I read independent author books. If books on the market look bad, that is where you go to find some of the worst drivel ever written. Everyone's first book sucks when it comes to indy books. And most of these authors write their books after D&D campaigns (to this I am dead serious; the authors tell me this specifically.) There was one, Elf Stalker or something similar, that was wretchedly awful. The picture on the cover is basically a drawn head shot of the author, herself, which goes far to indicate how the main character ends up behaving in the book. There was her, a vaguely conceived boyfriend-type character, and two 2d characters that follow at her beck and call. They follow on a D&D campaign to kill a hoard of orks with their dwarf, elf, half-elf, and human friends. The main character is cursed by a ring that deems the end of everyone. She is the problem, saves the day, chases the cliche bad guy, saves the day, finds that everyone hates her and kills herself, but finds that everyone saves her because they like her after all, then she saves the day! What was worse was the writing, which was similar to Tolkien. She repeats herself every paragraph. "They were going to find that bad guy. They are still chasing that bad guy. Remember that bad guy? Well, they're still trying to find him! Oh, they almost found that bad guy that they were chasing." And this went on for a damned bible-length. But I forced myself through it regardless due to the fact that I try to give authors a chance. That's also why I forced myself through the second Eragon book, on the by.
Wait, let me go back for a second there. Why on earth are new authors writing seventeen hundred page books? Or even six hundred page books? Usually with tiny print. When I read them, I find that so much could have been cut out, sometimes up to 2/3rds of the book, without damaging the story whatsoever. It bores the reader to have to read drivel or filler material.
(On the by, I read Indy books because there are some absolute gems out there, and usually the author gets better after a few. That's why I give all the support, unless the first book I read from them is self-inflicted torture to get through.)