With the exception of Tolkein’s The Hobbit and C.S. Lewis’ The Chronicles of Narnia, I’ve never read fantasy. Actually, The Chronicles of Narnia doesn’t count as fantasy, because I’m pretty sure I’d find Narnia if I moved all the junk in my closet.
I tend to prefer stories that aren’t too far-fetched; they may have surprising twists and a few unlikely circumstances, but they’re the type of stories that seem as if they could actually happen. I also primarily read stories written by women. Not that I have anything against male authors (Hello, Narnia!), I just wonder why you should mess with a good thing.
Please note: That was a joke. It’s pure coincidence that most of my books weren’t written by members of the male species. Really. I’ve read incredibly powerful books written by both women and men. I just tend to say things without thinking them through. This is why I’m single.
Recently, one of my book-swapping buddies loaned me Eragon, by Christopher Paolini.
Last night I read the first few chapters. Toto, I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore! Or Planet Earth, for that matter.
Behold, I took some notes to document my journey into the fantastical world known as Alagaesia:
– All this time, I thought Eragon was a dragon. Turns out, he’s some teenager. Awkward.
– There is some creature named something that I can’t remember, but it reminds me of the word “Huzzah.” Oh, Urgal, that’s it. For some reason, whenever I see “Urgal,” I internally shout, “Huzzah!” Moving on…
-Spellcheck isn’t friends with the names of the fine citizens of Alagaesia.
-The author beautifully incorporated the word “smote” into a sentence. Instant cool points.
– From now on, when I feel like I’m being ripped off, I’m going to angrily exclaim, “That’s a miser’s bargain!” Watch out, Starbucks.
– I’m going to start introducing myself like this: “Hi, I’m Anna. I’m a mortal.”
And that, my friends, is what I took away from the Prologue and Chapter 1. Unfortunately, I have things to do today, so I’ll refrain from sharing my notes on the other chapters I read. But rest assured, you probably haven’t heard the last of Anna the mortal.
I really am looking forward to venturing into this novel. I’ve heard good things about it, and it’s always good to try something new.
And I love Starbucks.
Until next time,
(Now you’ve heard the last of Anna the mortal. For now).