If you called Alagaësia your home, you’re not alone. But, if you’re ready to dive back into Eragon’s world with this new book, you might face some disappointment from Paolini himself.
I have a confession to make. At 21 years old, I still want to be a dragon rider.
Before reading the latest Eragon book, I was ready to grab my dragon-riding saddle and take to the skies once more.
The Fork, The Witch, and the Worm by Christopher Paolini killed that passion. Here’s why.
I expected Paolini’s lush description or dramatic storytelling. Instead, the book starts with Eragon…sitting. And reading.
This lack of engagement—and excitement—continues for nearly the entire book.
Compare Eragon’s opening line:
The wind howled through the night, carrying with it a scent that would change the world.
…to The Fork’s opening:
The day had not gone well.
Dear Christopher Paolini, what happened with this book?
After seven years of waiting for a new book, we’re gifted with folklore. This doesn’t sound too bad…at first.
But, Paolini’s folklore strays away from Eragon’s scope. We’re introduced to characters whose names I still can’t remember.
Instead of filling in the gaps of all we’ve missed since Eragon’s departure from Alagaësia, Paolini passively explains Urgal history. For 100+ pages.
While each Eragon book felt cohesive, this book meanders. I yearned for the old Paolini, one whose books kept me captivated, instead of boring me in seconds.
Excuse my bitterness. I just hope The Fork is a segue to a much thicker Eragon volume. A book devoted to all the characters we’ve loved and missed.
I seriously doubt crossing off chores is the most exciting thing that’s happened to Eragon since he set sail from Alagaësia.
At least, I hope so.
What’s your take on Paolini’s new book? What do you love about Eragon, and wish there was more of in this book? Which book should I review next? Let me know!