I’ve commenced a new literary endeavor with the manuscript “Eragon” by Christopher Paolini.  I’ve heard many virtuous things about it and was captivated.  It’s established a great deal of its consideration for the reason that the novelist inscribed it when he was sixteen years mature.  Now I’ve been enlightened to the fact that it achieves a greater standing as the booklover progresses.  However, I am evaluating page 52 and I have had one fearful understanding.  A thesaurus in the hands of a pre-adult who reads a good deal too much science fiction is a perilous thing.

[In all truth, I hear it is a good read and I respect any kid with an imagination like this.  He will make an excellent author one day.  But today I read he something like "He peered over the vast and featureless lanscape, beautiful and harsh" and felt I needed a blog to make it to the end of this one.]