Since self promised her Young Friend that she would finish reading the entire Eragon series (There are four books) by . . . this year . . . she is manfully plowing through Book 1.
The book can never leave Young Friend’s abode (Because hardcover. Because Most Treasured Possession)
Good thing she’s beguiled by the character of Our Hero: He rides on his dragon to the detriment of his thighs! He knows how to lie! He steals when he has to! He does not (yet) bother with all that ‘girl’ foolishness which means no OTP yet on the horizon!
SPOILER BLEAGH SPOILER PHOOEY!
So far, it’s been (mostly) action, which is good.
The non-action scenes are so EEERGGH!
Eragon felt uncomfortable as he watched her go. Even now, with no one around, they could not spend their days together.
You know, if you took the above and stuck it in some YA novel of the Dystopian Future, that sentence could apply to any number of ships: Tris/Four, Glass/Luke, even Katniss/Peeta. Self has to constantly remind herself: this is a DRAGON. Eragon is talking to a DRAGON (Please, Young Friend, do not read self’s posts about Eragon. She really admires Paolini. Her only problem is with the emo dragon scenes)
At this point in the book, Eragon’s legs are still bleeding.
How does self know? Because on p. 112, she reads: “Eragon’s legs had continued to bleed where the scabs had cracked.”
Anyhoo, at this point in the tale, Eragon has acquired a very valuable sidekick: an old man named Brom, who knows everything there is to know about dragons. How has Brom come by this knowledge? BIG SECRET.
Brom explains the ins and outs of dragon conception/inception/reproduction:
The dragons are ready to emerge the moment an egg is laid. But sometimes, they wait in the egg (incubating) until the proper nourishing environment is available. So they exist in a kind of suspended animation, until the proper conditions are met. But in the long-ago time, dragons formed an alliance with elves. After that, “a certain number of their eggs, usually no more than one or two, were given to the Riders each year. These eggs, or rather the infants inside, wouldn’t hatch until the person destined to be its Rider came into their presence — though how they sensed that isn’t known. People used to line up to touch the eggs, hoping that one of them might be picked.”
And Eragon, as self knows, has been picked. It’s like the Baby Saphira Dragon knew it was him when he put a hand out and touched her egg. And that just gives her all kinds of FEELZ.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.