urn:lj:insanejournal.com:atom1:explodeycakes ... so get ready to tongue your meds. incogneato83@gmail.com The Artist Permanently Known as Magz 2007-08-30T12:38:05Z urn:lj:insanejournal.com:atom1:explodeycakes:438281 2007-08-30T12:38:05Z 2007-08-30T12:38:05Z Last weekend, I went to Barnes & Noble. I left with three purchases: <br /><br /><div style="margin-left: 15px;">&raquo; "Dirty Minds" -- a multiplayer game in which the clues are dirty but the answers are clean [hilarious, BTW]<br />&raquo; <i>Twilight</i> -- because everyone and their mother has recommended it<br />&raquo; <i>Eragon</i> -- because I've always been interested in the premise and the movie was okay</div><br />So I pick up <i>Eragon</i> the other night, intending to read a few chapters before bed. And it turns out that reading <i>Eragon</i> causes the same type of pain as reading bad!fic. :| Which is basically what the book is -- bad fanfiction written by a sixteen-year-old nerd, and then edited in a slapdash manner by a man eager to profit on "young genius".<br /><br />Things I got out of the first three pages [after which I flung the book away from me in horrified disgust]:<br /><br /><div style="margin-left: 15px;">&raquo; The bad guy is a redhead. I guess this makes a change from <i>Harry Potter</i>, where the good guys were almost all redheads.<br />&raquo; There was an elf, and another elf, and a Mary Sue elf with eyes and hair dark as the night she was riding in.<br />&raquo; The bad guy minions look like men, except they don't at all.</div><br />Maybe I'll try to read it to my nephews at some point, but until then I can tell right now that it's gonna be gathering dust on my hasn't-yet-arrived dorm bookshelf/bed rack from Bed Bath and Beyond. The moral of this story: don't do everything you're interested in. It could make your brain hurt.